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I feel no contact
As
you wander around
In
an autistic haze
Translucent
to you
But world-weary watchers
Wonder
why, how and with what
You
feed your existence
And
vanquish your fears.
They
seek your insights
But
never permission
To
enter your world
Your
sacred domain
They
violate your territory
So strange and compelling
They
invade your privacy
Whilst
you stay aloof
Whilst
you're totally absorbed
In
the visions you experience
I'm forced to observe
Through
darkened glass.
Whilst I crave your secrets
You offer rejection
Of
my world left behind
That
I long to enrich.
Could I shake off my sadness
To
enter your solace?
Could
our reality
Merge
with your own?
Could you help to find answers
To
all of our questions?
I
need peace and communion
And
you hold the key...
I came upon the image of Angelo (above) when looking for
autism resources. His eyes kept following me so I decided
to headline this poem with his image.
Unfortunately
I lost the address of the source document which included
his story. If he, or his family encounter this piece, I
hope they will accept that his picture has been included
respectfully and also accept my thanks to Angelo for the
inspiration he gave me.
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