and so enter into a strain of elderflowers crystals dropping from above blossoming off the minds and fingertips behind the gate a love blossoming off fingertips familiar eyes once discovered a resting earth waiting for a moment to strike the sun sets into a night a gentle fever never-ending spirits…

Meet Silva, a poetic animal in excess, a savage-in-the making. In her suitcase she brings the feet and feathers of a butchered rooster. Around her wrist a bracelet hangs: spiky black plastic picked up on a North Sea beach, a polymere token transported via currents and drifts from fellow birds nesting…