OK.
Next one.
Hai.
What is it like in Japan?
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I'm a homeless.
No.
So whole universe is my home.
I'm a rooted, rooted to sheer desert.
Desert?
Desert, glacial, coral reef, and tropical rainforest, glacial--
everything I'm rooted.
See I think I should dance by poem.
Which one?
Oh, yeah.
This one.
This poem I wrote October 5th.
Five, fifth, Santa Fe, New Mexico.
If I have tomorrow.
November 3, 1990.
Pinacate Desert, Mexico.
Celebrating the full moon on top of elegant crater.
And I did.
January 1, 1993, my 70th birthday.
With donkey, horse, and the camel
start walking across Eurasia, Korea to England.
Sometime in 1999, organize the tribal gathering of Earth be,
not just planet.
January 1, 2023.
100th birthday, crime the highest peak in solar system.
Mount Olympus, 25,000 meter volcano on Mars.
January 1, 2923.
1,000th birthday, Bridget Miranda, a moon over Uranus.
And there rendezvous with the fairy of Shakespeare's The
Tempest Miranda.
January 1, 11,923.
10,000th birthday.
Star dust in Milky Way, working for the new solar system.
So I'm modulated.
Enough.
OK.