Rosewater and dust the dawn; whir and grit of tires, grumble of gear and chain and the fine rain nerve-white along the skin as the round webs turn their long miles down the day … push and push, right and left, the pedals down and down riverrun your revolution downstream drift of wheel and dream by book and magazine past paper drain our unloosed lives in your dark run that we may join our urgent night allow the turning waterwheel lost to the buzz of black and white, that clash of opinions a Tower of Babel and confusion of tongues.