The leaves actively whistle through the crisp yellow reef
they saturate time evolving in the dark curved words tumbling in dubious layers deafly.
implying the actions without voiced optimism
imposing a false feeling restlessly
growing stale the leafs recoil by a half a million
pile and gluttonise the pavement park
scratching in mid gravity a alluring act flipping a improper concern
darkly imprinting and vastly opening to the enveloped improved world
one that took my vital tool and based on past meetings the last copy purely notched into my reproduced memories
the autumn awareness gone
lost in the self absorbed telepathic connection
the ancient civilisation gone
polluted pouring through the autumns mountain tops the mouth of the mountain
collapsed with sudden confusion in the morning atmosphere
covered in grey alluring dust curved in natures woken world.
“This piece of work was influenced by emotions and the feeling of losing control and having no faith in life the shapes and colours imply a lot. I don’t know how the future will be but we can only hope it gets better.”