Neurodivergence

I have forgotten my folly and I think of myself as a poet...

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I 'm a classic style 

But I make it a bit eccentric.

A circuit that's gone rogue .

I didn't choose to be a neuro-wanderer 

due to a synesthetic  artistic gift 

trapped in a blog ...

I post poems in the form of a morning jihad,

a duty without blessing  on life's weariness...

  Inspired nutcase ! 

  Mantra to exorcise marble .

I think in gibberish that no one understands .

My life made in melodreams .

an old piano tells me incredible stories

which I pretend to believe ...

 I also love that faithful out-of tune -violin 

that was part of every melancholic scores 

and the eternal feedback, too ...

I've always gotten lost on familiar paths ,

where I was waiting for a missed dating ...

 So ,I robbed the social bank that did not give 

my genius any credit ...

  Born to be out with the metric of the system .

I learned to glide on atmospheric fantasy...

And to say politely '' Hello good bye ! ''

To the lady object of my desire...

 Some idiots think that happiness 

is being alone together .

To be both victim and persecutor...

I don't bother attending the christening 

of still born loves ...

I didn't choose to be  a neuro- drifter .

Thing of an ambivalent abstraction ,

no one escape the sign of the zodiac .

 I don't laugh at harlequin's antics .

My place reserved in the human comedy .

Without really knowing wether  Iam 

an actor or a spectator ?

  Maybe a gladiator ...

I turn away from Punch puppet's compulsions .

Wild intellect running along the ceiling 

like an acrobat on a spider's threat ...

  I didn't choose to be a neurodivergent...