RIC S. BASTASA - autistic, dyslexic

love, love, love,
where are you? love, love, love
why do you keep yourself in the darkness
of subsumed silence?
open up, heart o heart, open up, beat like a gong
be loud, so others
dead in their silent pains may wake up
from their deaths
so many deaths in one hour of living
love, love, love, come, come, come
be with us,
don't run, don't run, please don't run away from
us, who lives are ruined
by too much hatred, and guilt and
repetition.

we need sleep.
now that we have said our dyslexic lines.

love is, i think, a form
of autism.

RIC S. BASTASA

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