perhaps tonight
when i gave beyond
in what is normal for a tip,
her smile was all
in all this time
has anything
ever really mattered
since all must go
why does it matter?
we seem to be assistants
assuring assistants
we are all well
but we don't know
the most important things
kill us while we sleep
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem