details
in vain
which one do you remember
and how could they have changed
in time memories are bended
which witchcraft thou obtained
to make me say what I do not plead
to make me stray what I do not seed
To make me hurdle what I do not need
To make me love what I do not bleed
such details
eludes the the common man
how ever could he see again
which witchcraft thou obtained
when every vain in the drunken sunken
pounds in restraints?
evermore details
are crafted by me
yet there is none
-or maybe the one
who truely can see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem