The Autistic Boy
Three hours into my time with the boy, I have heard him
Repeating his meaningless mantras, hoping to follow them
Into the light from the tunnel he's in. I stand outside,
But I'm not optimistic that he'll find a way to emerge.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2025-06-07 at 22:20
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