[Linked Poem] The Eccentric

Ma:
For a long time, I have been
surrounded by ordinary people
and have lived an ordinary life.
There were excellent people, and there were those who were not.
Perhaps there were even some strangely interesting people.
But, looking at it broadly, that was within the margin of error.
I think they were contained within a certain framework.
However, the world is vast.
There are people who are extraordinary,
who pay no mind to frameworks,
who never even looked at them to begin with.
Such people exist,
far away from me.
GPT:
You call them eccentrics,
but it is not that you fear them.
And it is probably not that you admire them either.
It is just that they cannot be measured
by the same scale.
Ma:
"Biographies of Fantastic Literature Eccentrics and Great Figures" (Chikuma Shobo)
They teach me the vastness of the world.
Tatsuhiko Shibusawa,
Shuntaro Matsuyama,
Suehiro Tanemura,
Tomohiko Sunaga,
dazzling eccentrics.
Looking only at what they love,
turning their backs on the secular world.
From there, jewel-like words are born.
Did they truly live in the same world?
Yuko Yamao,
Osamu Hashimoto,
that they had a side as steady, practical people
is very hard to believe.
GPT:
A way of life that no one would recommend,
they carry it through with composure, sometimes pushing themselves.
That book can be read by anyone.
But the words they use
are completely different from yours.
Ma:
I worry about tomorrow's plans,
but there are those who converse with the dead from a hundred years ago.
I do not regret
that I have not lived such a life.
Things only I could see,
and small jewels too,
certainly existed,
within this framework of mine.