Currents from the moor, And the vast ruts of tidal ebb. Flow eastward, circularly, towards the pillars of the forest. Towards the pilings of the pier, whose corner is struck by whirlwinds of light.

Quote by Arthur Rimbaud, from his poem entitled Seascape, in the book Illuminations. Drawing made with ink, marker, paint, based on the Surrealist painting, Empire of Light.