I want the shock of taking from you
Slight changes, a metamorphosis
Events into unknown meanderings
Even as I do and shall, will it be so
That I can never comprehend the shame
Of the the uttermost fate and calling
I am as a dog, short, tight leashed
Yes and that too, but over estimating the inclusive
Peel away right to collision and fame
There can be no understanding of this
Or anything else.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem