it is true,
it looks i am talking to myself.
so what?
here is one solution to this
particular thorny subject.
the self is
a multiple copy of the outside world.
which means, a bunch of you,
yo,
yoe,
you and you.
so, i am talking toyo,
and sometimes
the story goes toyo and toyota,
no volkswagens, and no need for gins, i have plenty of it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem