new poem: what do you think?

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looking under water

Raining...
wet grenades explode on my skin...sizzling
my hyperactive nerves.

My mind shops for images in my mental general store
seeking the interpretation from language of the ear
to the poetry of the mind’s eye, so I can hear you.

complications like atoms, small and insignificant, but through the autistic
mind...split...mushroom cloud, nuclear mental warfare upon myself.
My flight was canceled.

Shrinking to a dot among dashes all around
me. Sensory shutdown, my mind melts into
a puddle on the floor and people are rushing through it.
All I can see is a blur of color and energy as I fall...
into rush hour.

Falling together and apart like the waves, my mind comes and goes
only to return again.
Don't worry, I will be back soon as I rise with the tide and bind myself
to the shore again.
Don't grip me too tight...I have to flow away again.

I see the vast complexion of the intricately simple as I feel the heartbeat
of beauty surrounding, engulfing my awareness. I pulse
with the rhythms of the unheard and unnoticed.
I am more alive because I had communion with the shadow of
a wrought iron fence.


I am thinking about publishing a book of poems about my autistic experience....what do you think?