The Tide Loom Raises a Second Horizon

The loom does not restrain the tide; it gives water a temporary architecture. Its suspended horizon carries visible weight, spilling against pylons already marked by salt and weather. Below, the causeway remains uneven, wet, and stubbornly ordinary, while one strip of bladderwrack acquires chrome facets at the edge of the falling water. The eclipsed body above makes the machine’s aperture feel less like invention than correspondence: two distant systems briefly holding the same form.