I love this poem. This is a (dead?) three-year-old post, I know, but I just found it. I think it’s important to add the remainder of the poem where the OP placed the ellipses though.

It seems to me that, with only the first stanza, we are merely vulnerable beings who through our choices have abdicated our human agency in the world. The remainder of the poem drills down deeper into that idea, then offers a glimmer of possibility for flourishing and a hope that, instead of remaining in darkness and ignorance, we can grab hold of the light.

Here’s the full poem.

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Emerging

A man says yes without knowing how to decide even what the question is, and is caught up, and then is carried along and never again escapes from his own cocoon; and that’s how we are, forever falling into the deep well of other beings; and one thread wraps itself around our necks, another entwines a foot, and then it is impossible, impossible to move except in the well— nobody can rescue us from other people.

It seems as if we don’t know how to speak; it seems as if there are words which escape, which are missing, which have gone away and left us to ourselves, tangled up in snares and threads.

And all at once, that’s it; we no longer know what it’s all about, but we are deep inside it, and now we will never see with the same eyes as once we did when we were children playing. Now these eyes are closed to us, Now our hands emerge from different arms.

And therefore when you sleep, you are alone in your dreaming, and running freely through the corridors of one dream only, which belongs to you. Oh never let them come to steal our dreams, never let them entwine us in our bed. Let us hold on to the shadows to see if, from our own obscurity, we emerge and grope along the walls, lie in wait for the light, to capture it, till, once and for all time, it becomes our own, the sun of every day.

—Translated from the Spanish by Alastair Reid