At the Edge (2024–2025)
Silence film and poem

2 min 25 sec, single channel, 16:9

(Read the poem while watching the film)

(Read the poem while watching the film)

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I am standing
where the land dissolves itself.

I came from another edge,
the other side of the sea,
a different wind,
a different warmth.

There, the horizon was peacefully still.
Here, it opens
and questions me,
perhaps refuses me.

I thought edges would meet,
that one ending
might recognise another.

But this edge does not know me.
It only keeps shining
its coded beam,

pause,

beam,

pause,

beam,

pause,

beam,

pause,

beam,

pause,

beam 

as if waiting for someone else.

I stand here
learning a language without words,
just the shining light in the darkness,
counting seconds between signals,
trying to understand
what is meant to be found
and what is meant to stay lost.

Sometimes I feel
I am arriving.

Sometimes
I am only leaving
more slowly.

The beam moves through me
like a test
that has forgotten its beginning.

What would it be
if I listened long enough,
or stepped
a little farther away from it?