a crack in the floor....
squeeze through it.......
down the chute...
into the mulling tunnel.....
busy place.....
the conjectureoids and the transcenderbots
are in what was
a heated discussion... close to lukeish now....
ripples in the tub
have sloshed over
and
several of the duckies
scramble, rock on the sodden mat....
those webbed appendages
still aren't visible
but
there are sprays, flying droplets
confirming their existence......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem