18 August 2012

Dyslexic man went into a bra



a birthday poem for a dyslexic young man who turned twenty-five yesterday

 when the stars are out at night
  we know the sun's deceit
counting days feels very real
though time is ethereal 

one day, or sleepless night 
opens up a new sight
    with an eye that cannot blink
      the mind unable to think 

    we call a gaze like that amazing 
              truly a gift that keeps on giving 
        alas, I'm not the one to hand it out 
      here just to shed the doubt

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