The idea is there
I can't seem to understand-to encircle or wrap or warp the way it digs
It jives in front
of me and mocks my inner bird.
And I just WON'T have it and my
mind halts at these junky rotted gates of this rather grand idea-
And a rather hideous struggle ensues.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem