海龟浮上海面

HONGKONG FOOL SHANGHAI MAN

Cycling

Oh,
if only the noble and divine force rested forever upon my saddle,
and if only the mysterious will which wavers my steering gear contented in place forever:
then my pedals would swivel of themselves,
and never cease,
no dreadful brake should sever the perpetuity of my motions.

Then,
oh then I should be imperishable.
I should rove through the world forever,
spin to nowhere,
and riddle to infinity,
till I was identified with the giddy and timeless cycle-race of the sun and the stars....

An Eighteen-Year-Old MirageA Harmonized Arbitration