Hail, hurrah, long live the hurtling unity of all things!
Hail, hurrah, long live the equality of all things soaring!
Hail, hurrah, long live the the great machine the universe!
Hail, because you - trees, machines, laws - are the same,
Hail, because you - worms, pistons, abstract ideas - are the same,
The same sap fills you, the same sap transforms you,
You are the same thing, and the rest is outer and false,
The rest, the static rest that remains in eyes that stop moving,
But not in my combustion-engine nerves that run on heavy or light oil,
Not in my all-machine, all-gear-system nerves,
Not in my train, tram, car, steam-thresher nerves,
Ship-engine, diesel-engine, semidiesel, Campbell nerves,
100 percent steam-run, gas-run, oil-run, and electric-run nerves,
Universal machine moved by belts of all momentums!
Smash, train, against the buffer of the sidetrack!
Ram, steamer, into the pier and split open!
Dash, automobile driven by the madness of all the universe,
Over the edge of every cliff
And crash - bam! - into smithereens in the bottom of my heart!
Straight at me, all projectile objects!
Straight at me, all object directions!
Straight at me, all objects too swift to be seen!
Strike me, pierce me, pass right through me!
It’s I who strike, who pierce, who pass through myself!
The rage of all impetuses closes in a me-circle!
Heya-whooooo my train, auto, airplane desires.
Speed, force your way into all ideas,
Collide into all dreams and shatter them,
Scorch all humanitarian and useful ideals,
Crush all normal and decent and harmonious feelings,
Catch in the whirl of your heavy and dizzy flywheel,
The bodies of all philosophies, the tatters of all poems,
Shredding them till only you remain, an abstract flywheel in space,
Metallic supreme lord and libido of Europe’s hour.
- Fernando Pessoa