KYRA NIJSKENS

The Thief of Tides

I linger in the dark mouths of pipes,
telling drifting tales of migration.

I slide beneath steel gates,
folding myself into the creases of industry’s breath,
feeling the heat of its pulse as it hums.

I am the wanderer, the thief of tides.

I am the silent saboteur,
hitchhiking the waves of globalization.

I bind myself to the pulse of the engine,
slipping between tongues and tides,
gleaming with memories of distant shores.

I listen to the heartbeat of the world and call it home.


found, made or purchased elements: glass fiber, epoxy, acrylic-one, acrylicpaint, pigment, casseine, pencil, fake lashes, found objects from Barreiro industrial park and collected shells from Praia do Bico do Mexilhoeiro, 2024


image credit: Samual Duarte

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