May I get a boat to send the e-mail
To knock on the door of the address of the hospital?
Goes here and there with the request, the depression
And finds a lot of dry pin codes. 
It gets confused
And fails to send the e-mails
But starts the journey, the scribble.
And none knows what will happen.
 
But I do not go far beyond the fragrance of mother.

​A rainbow emerges from the blackened sky
My senses are awakened like an explosion of skittles
A man calls out to me and says Why are you so shy?
I reply I am autistic and I dribble like the river spittles
A tall tree trembles as my thoughts triangulate the footpath
Theres a cormorant fishing in the river
Its wings flap feverishly as if having a bath
A group of people walk towards me and I quiver
The sign just ahead indicates a bird hide
I look out from the hut at the delightful ducks dancing
I wish I could be an animal and reside
At every corner I walk along there are people prancing
To immerse myself in the water blue and grass so green
It is my dream to live a life so serene

A curse is far more potent than a wish;
a mirrored surface, tarnished with regret.
You cannot counter misery with bliss
when treatment is a thinly-veiled threat.

A curse is envy in another guise;
a copper-coated weight inside your gut.
Sometimes the absence is the greater prize
and that which once was open must be shut.

A curse can be a masquerade of hope:
a shifting silver slither of belief.
We are the patterns in kaleidoscopes;
we twist and turn to circumvent our grief.

Infinity is malice, only worse.
A lie provides the kindness in a curse.