Two wheels like gentle fingers;
reading the palm of the land;
passing over every groove in the city’s fingerprint.
Like a needle on a vinyl pavement singing out the terrain’s forgotten tale;
the city’s symphony played out by my plastic orchestra of two
as I, the grand conductor, keep rhythm with my footsteps onward.
Every crack in my path cries out then instantly decays,
ephemeral yet everlasting, on these two perfect circles;
infinite.
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9 years ago
Stunning, where is it from? x
ReplyDeleteI wrote it haha.
ReplyDeleteSee my next post ;)
I adore the last three lines. Simply perfect.
ReplyDeleteThank you :)
ReplyDeleteI love this! x
ReplyDelete"Two wheels like gentle fingers,
ReplyDeletereading the palm of the land" GENIUS
"Like a needle on a vinyl pavement singing out the terrain's forgotten tale" GENIUS
"the city's symphony played out by my plastic orchestra of two" GENI-FUCKING-US