Crafted life that's removed from choice.
All choice and spontaneous explosions of
actions well removed from social norms.
In either case I can't remember the other way.
I forget what I can be and suffer or spring
ignorantly abandoned to my coming fate.
4. No details, just abstract telliness. Give me examples, images, anything to make it work as a poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Don't get it, I need to see it and I don't. No vision to it.