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Salt, sweat, rotary power.

Spinning spokes chasing cool shadows, fleeing from the midday heat.

Racing the river, towards two temples;

one silver, one gold….

Even the pine trees bow – nature observing the majesty of man’s skill?

Four fountains promise to bestow health, wealth, love and happiness.

I have only one cup to fill, and a moment to make my choice.

The holy moment is swept aside by the writhing current of life,

I am caught in the tide of people,

a great wave of bodies carries me away,

out into the blinding sunshine.


Hisilicon Balong