Asperger
the speedphone in your head
sparky and light trailed
as a dancer with closed steps
you open doors in the night,
sometimes a ghost, a lost thought
your pages are torn and mixed,
burnt as a nut, you`re a paperchase
of loose clues, brillant and wild,
running with the comets to dawn
Copyright © Leslie Philibert | Year Posted 2018
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