Wavering in spirals,
Twitching with fervor
& delight.
We move fast,
Novelty becomes
The thread
Of indefinite
Rapture.
Non can access it,
Far beyond miles
Yet defecit in
The present...
We keep ourselves,
Low whispering
To our own thoughts.
The world kept
Moving and we
Kept still...
The secrets unfolded,
Themselves over
Time.
Temporality is an illusion
& so must be choice.
To earn freedom,
Defeat thine self
& rise above.
Both within,
& out...
End
Subject: A poetry exploring the prespectives of a neurodivergent individual.
Good Day
