Mine

Abest

Compositor: Ab·est

The morning
Clouds
And haze
So low
Layers of light
And
Sound
Darkness and shadows

Imminent imprint
Perceived
Through
Clenched eyes

So
Let it
Ripe
The fruit
Let ripe
Your life
But
It is torn
A mere projection
Of the mind

Distorted
Liquified
If it's gone
Everything's void