Sonnet on Autism #9
close all stores, eyes & mouths
or better still just close
because we who are already always
closed as blessed stones know
*
there is no blooming reason
to flower out into the world
& make a mess of it
as we will
*
we will our selves into being
because we are pulled by others
who cannot really love us
*
you close off to a point
& knowing that there is no point
point to that
*
with my closed eyes in your hands
& we are somehow close
Poetry, Politics and Language 
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