AuTISTIC

Some times my artistic addictions get the better of me

I get locked inside the very things that set me free
My thoughts become a prisoner
Ideas are wrapped in protective uniform
to shield and protect from the electrical storm
that’s in my mind but not in my head
It’s in my bath but not in my bed
Whether I open or close my eyes
my inner-sense tells no lies
My innocence falls and flies
to a palace that eye have never seen
in a place that my vision has been
A familiar scene
from a remembered past
that had a hand
in the shaping of the cast
I have seen the mould
I have been the sculptor
I crafted this design
along with the conductor
Shaping tones and notes
into harmonic convergent symphonies
Transmitting
Receiving
Frequencies
Sequences
Fractals
Perpetual motion
expressed in multi-dimensions
beyond our limited sight and sound
Geometric shapes
that rise from the ground
Building blocks for curious apes
Earth bound
to reach to the skies
Unfound
until we realise.

© Verso- (D.N.Moule) 15/07/10