In the day, yellow sand
from the Taklamakan
coats the motorbikes
of your overlords

At night, this city's towers
gleam, a Chinatown of lights
(dragon gold, lantern red)

Here, you can eat
a Philadelphia roll
or a fortune cookie
with fictional
Confucian quotes
on the side

Or you can dive
into a Pacific of
specific patterns,
woven with
living threads
in wire cocoons

Don't get distracted
by the innumerable
neon kanji; trace
the tiny green
lights to the
computer shop
at the end of
the way.