Leslie Philibert - Asperger

An island full of shapes,
patterns full of bricks and numbers
and the thin voice of a bird

lost on a strange planet; so start
again and disregard all the
faces that bend under order; just

watch your own dancing hands;
listen to your own stolen voice,
you are deep in your own sense; underground

until the world implodes;
a puzzle flying; the lines crossed;
a broken window full of stars.

Leslie Philibert

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