Upon The Firmament Of Hindsight

No rocket surgeon,

nor brain scientist called upon

but only Rudolf the red nose reindeer

solicited as psychological mentor

yes...undoubtedly countless

decades removed since queer

(not very gay at all!)

bodily changing phenomena

from thine angst riddled

biological metamorphosis allows me to peer

with greater theft of mine precious youth stolen,

via piercing overbear

ring mailer daemons,

when mine tender age did near

cusp whence onset of puberty

clapped development tight as if by

a doppelganger mutineer

warp and weft of mine lifetime tapestry

mine acute perception doth lear

as threads got tightly woven

into mine casual knitwear

though pubescent phase

wrought with oppressive foresight

interwoven with jeer

ring bullying hmm...maybe thine ability

to distill self actualization

extant among interlinear

teenage stage viewable

during my youthful days, but clouded over asper

mine more vivid perspective here

from this present moment

ha...amusing insight from present perch

devoid of adolescent glare

sire re: brill grade

do lobes gleam freer,

now with insight aye ear

rate at such pitch 'ere

perfect hindsight aye declare,

yet as a much younger self

when I hapt to be a boy, acuity seemed oblivious

to perceive via sight and sound

what social cues visceral, (visual,

and audiological) seems crystal clear

revisiting non verbal

awkward teenage mutant

ninja turtle memories, that now deafeningly blare

at the threshold of ear

splitting decibels, how hard of hearing human

(nada so) subtle in retrospect, I am aware

interpersonal nuances clear as the tune

Doris Day Que será, será

did voice, a catchy air.