The hills are
Floatable here,
Come and see
The floating hills.
Floating devices
Are there to
Control the hills.
See, we are all
Floatable and
We are floating
For nothing.
We are floating
Voter, we think no one
Is fit the word dear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Indeed we are floating to the tune of time...and with us the whole universe is floating. we know not how and we know not where. beautiful poem.