Aspies For Freedom

Time passes its shadows over all those who wait
patiently for the stars, infinitely vivid, infinitely
eternal in their obscure nature of light.
Lost reason, as the maggot gnaws perpetually
on the flesh of thought, removing by careful
segmentation the philosophy of logic.


History extends the catechlismic split of desolate
waters, stagnant in black blood of ancestry,
destructive beneath the hand of Mars.
Nature writhes in the discontented passions
humanity spews, as the blind vision betrays
the eye of long forgotten wisdom.


Life ravages its spectral watchers as the clock
fragments, splintering faces to reconstruct
gargoyles of nightmare's creation.
Night ventures forth to obscure the forsaken
sinews of limbs, outstretched in prayer
to the prodigal son of Creation.


Death deconstructs the hollow vessel of births
substance, infested by reality's maggot,
drowned in the cloak of knowledge.
Time curses itself as the universe observes
humanity's fatal flaw; knowledge thirsts
as persists the decay of progress.