You give your coins to the pool
then wish to own a fountain someday
then I give you Paris, and then I give you Paris
one hundred times. How about New Zealand?
Enough?
True
there are rings of gold
but I’ve seen the winners
and the entropy of their prizes
and I ask you to seek the permanent
the only truth we know
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem