Shanghai Chiromanced
Shanghai, I read you like a palm. I walk your streets
seeing how far they go, stretching beyond me like the years ahead,
driving me forward. I dig at your pavements, testing the surfaces,
knowing the rougher they are, the stronger they are. I pursue every
spur, every junction, every cracking access road, holding them
close to myself like wives and concubines. I look at the pallor of
the concrete rising around me, finding in those shades of gray
meanings that pull me closer, deeper towards the swirling lines and
the veins of life pulsing beneath them.