The Lyre Vessel Lowers Its Orbit to the Reedbed

The vessel descends low enough for its ribs to become a second stand of reeds. Water falls from the hull in seven narrow measures, joining engineered tension to the marsh’s reflections. The broken footbridge offers the only human scale, but stops before reaching the craft. Above, a dark planet repeats the vessel’s curved chamber while migrating birds choose the bright horizon. As metal, rain, and reed share one vertical rhythm, ascent is recast as an act of listening.