Compost Pasture.

Original date written (8/12/2015) ©

Time is an enzyme.
Industrial necessity.
With blind faith, stumbling around in a dark room.
Exposé.
Over exposure;
Treatment applied over zealously.
Picturesque and a furniture frontier.
Please,
Welcome me with comfort food,
I am in need of a place to dry off and rest.
Can I regain?
Can I compose?
Or will this insanity I created
be the dogma I can not deny?