My open book has closed from tonight,
A legal recipe is to be improved by the profiteers,
Inside the fibre of the bond,
And outside it remains the sole silence.
This book feeds a frenzy of the highest,
So let knowledge be called the soul's rest,
A living gain is to be worshipped.
My open soul has many hearts,
Then the path leads to destruction.
A morning has passed to be a mountain,
The grey beast dives into the senses,
LIke volcanic rock the beat of the magma.
My open eruption has been the book
So avoidable by those with guilt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem