Comments about Yilun Shi
Ignite the spark of internal combustion.
Idling gracefully like infinite stallions.
Calipers harness the beast on fours.
'though grip is shredded by copious torque.
Shifting and flexing its windshaped body.
Modestly revealing the rawness beneath.
Ears tingle as it whines and roars.
Tension building from bore to boar.
Xenon gas and retina, lashes.
As blue eyes meet, the tiger dashes.
The dust and ashes of battle clear.
this beast retains its machine form.
Man and machine in perfect harmony
The couragous rider on his prancing horse
He twists ...