WE CARVED OURSELVES INTO WOODS. | Belgische kunstenaar.

We tried to ignore, but we felt the woods coming.

It was already too late.

I said when will you recover

She said when the moon is on fire

To make the picture, even a tramp like me

Will have to wait until the table turns back into the tree

Before a thousand lovers will swallow the sea

And take back

The picture

The table

The tree

And sorrow

Sorrow... finally

...

No love

No table

No tree

Only sea