I watch the night approach with wary eyes, The time when legion tiny fears with bold Defiance coalesce. I bate my cries, While deep in strangled guts my blood runs cold.
A thousand icy raindrops trickle down The arching column of my naked spine And pool their leaden weight: wishes drown Bequeathing butterflies with aim malign.
In fields of dreams run nightmares, pounding hooves A drummed tattoo that shakes the shadow ground Releasing wraiths: their terrifying moves Sketch promised horrors, banshee screams resound
Until the golden light of dawn brings calm: I wipe my fevered brow with sunshine's balm.
A personal exploration of autism from a brother’s perspective, including family relationships, philosophy, neuroscience, mental health history and ethics
My Autistic Dance 