table got lost in the forest

and ghost and wiches came

at nignt

and celebrated unhappyness and boredom

with poisonous whine

and the table pink and round as it was

waited for the day to comme

and bless the earth with colourfull shadows

white beings stand strong on the grass

on their feet fragile and thin

wind blows in the fields and 

siffles betweens their feet

fragile and thin 

and yet 

i shut my eyes and

thoughts darke as my clothes

invade the room inside and out