Asperger
an island full of shapes
patterns of bricks and numbers,
the thin voice of a bird
lost on a strange planet,
faces that bend under order,
nothing in line or perfect
watch your own dancing hands,
listen to the broken words,
you are deep in your own sense
till the world implodes,
a puzzle flying,a chair defeated,
a broken window full of stars
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