Levels

All comes in warm and cold degrees even dichotomies

Light of dawn's honesty, the dark of twilight's dishonesties

Springs sprouting green of new life's youth

Falls yellowing death of summer's living truth

Lies fall in golden leaves, snow covers flake by flake

Life that one once believes, cold winds of time does take

Insanity of a whirlwind becomes a gentle breeze 

The heat of genius melts into shadows of autism's disease

There is no one point where blue becomes green

At which wavelength is orange as red seen

How many drops must fall to call it rain

How many broken rules to be called insane

Reviews

[Thomas W Case]

Thoughtful and probing—wrestling with the blurred lines of truth and perception.
The grit lies in the questions, each one chipping at certainty without easy answers.

[Chris Shaw]

You write so poetically here about autism and the challenges that befall those who are beset with it. Undiagnosed in so many, however these days it is better. There is no cure for it. Much to think about here and so eloquently written Soren.

Chris