Cssaba - A (a date with trees)

colourless walls,
silent, dumbed
are throwing into my ears
groans, noises, cracks, squeakes
mixed with flashes of lightnings and peals of thunders
tanks, trucks, trams drive in
elephants, ants, giraffes run in

colourless walls
white, black, grey, yellow, pink,
flat, smooth, soft
are seating my eye in this theatre ,
where shapes, colours and forms
dance and bend
one, two, twelve, twenty four,
one hundred, a million frames per second...

due to all the delicacies the head grows fat,
towards the ground more eagerly bends
draging a deadman along
in the abbys of this bottomless pit

LET THE WORLD BURN!
LET THE WORLD BURN!
LET THE WORLD BURN!
I scream and i don`t spill a tear.