I can't settle.
I either float to the top or sink
to the bottom, but I cannot stay in
one place or another for very long.
17.8 mils in a degree-
360 degrees in a circle-
2.3 million numbered directiuons, and I
am liable to take off on any of these
headings, or several of them, at any moment.
The only sure clue is that when I leave
it will be the fastest route away from now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem