The Bali Stone Bicycle

Let us go riding
On the Bali stone bicycle,
Flowers at the wheels
Silently gliding,
The stone bell peals,
The eyesight reels,
As in the heart gathers
A huge stone icicle.

Let us go riding
On the Bali stone bicycle,
Along the great wall
Covered with the writing,
Time enough to fall
When the end comes to all
And the heart itself drops
Like a huge stone icicle.

Let us go riding
On the Bali stone bicycle,
Stone are the wheels,
Stone are the flowers,
Stone are the steels,
The petals and pedals are stone,
And the stone is crawling
Over the heart in one-
O murderous Medusa,
When will you have done?