Octopus - Wire

She opens her mouth and seems to swallow us all

She shakes off taboos and unwanted organisms

There’s a man outside who says he’s come to read, the ether

Picking up bonus points when it’s time for dinner

There’s always someone who thinks they’ve got a plan

Someone with a whip in hand, who thinks they are a man

A rescue package that will barely save the day

Even when implemented with no further delay

Delay

Predictive octopods, enchanting and seductive

Even the most mundane thoughts seem quite sensuous

This installation seem to bathe us all in sound

Picking up clues from penitential saviours