I didn't start a poet.
Did all to stall it.
Called it a hobby, a summer cloud,
An Iowa rainbow.
It's water in a floating world
Crammed with people who are
Secretly 3/4ths ocean wave and
1/4th black stardust.
What I really wanted to be is
Too embarrassing to tell,
But if I go to hell now,
It's what I'll be doing
For the rest of my afterlife.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem