AN AUTISTIC CHILD OF THE CITY
My mother and my father saw me through
the trials of my sacred childhood.
I grew up wondering if they ever knew
why I had chosen them to be so good.
They set the table of the universe
for me with linen woven by the sun;
and when I ate their food, I would immerse
my soul in waters of oblivion.
The placid void of my existence was
disturbed one day, by news of sudden hope.
I heard the world resound above the buzz.
I watched it through my mind's new telescope.
They knew I had attained enlightenment
inside a New York City tenement.
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