Out Of The Circle Line Poem by Cui Gya

I won't become more elegant
Under your new name than in the past
Three meals per day
Food's price is constantly high
The devil that fears of losing control
He forced me to talk to the moon
Rows of barbed wire barriers
Block those susceptiblefish to bait
They thank you for the pool of water
They are used to being invertebrate
They say the coil you draw
Is the clever Morse code
That allows their bodies to settle down
But I'd rather choose
The other way out of the circle and make some bubbles
To find the oxygen of the soul