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.
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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. Originally published as part of the 28SonnetsLater poetry project in 2019.
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