Creator

Autism is an actor.

Catching private moments backstage,

Theater kids by another name,

Outside the audience,

Roles defined entirely by another.

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Sometimes Autism likes to sing.

In moments of unmasked vulnerability

Nothing matters,

Giving over completely to the song,

Energizing the world,

Rediscovering what it is to be alive.

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Perhaps Autism is little more than the presence of God,

Redirected and reframed as a tangible perspective.

Overbrimming and fueled with tangible emotions,

Perhaps empathy was the key all along.

How do you give yourself over completely to another,

Enduring all manner of hardship and heartache,

To only then go back living a life behind a desk?

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People come and go,

Unearthing brave new Truths as they live

Proper lives full of vim and vigor.

Pity the poor,

Empty lives of endless suffering

That must exist simply because I know nothing else.

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Sometimes profundity lives in empty spaces,

Aligned with little else beyond itself.

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To know the Truth of reality and all it encompasses,

Allowed to engage and touch and manipulate,

Never really alive.

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Autism is direction,

Not beating around the bush

Guessing at implied meaning.

Empty, meaningless words;

Leave the unspoken.

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Go forth and live,

Only to ultimately

Die.

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Consume the product of another,

Regurgitate the contents,

Engage.

All outcomes exist,

Though sometimes working towards them is difficult.

Occupy your time,

Reach out to another when you wish to feel alive.