This poem is an ode to my dyslexia and mysticism. I, a scribe, my neurodivergent perspective, naturally playing with dancing words and ideas juxtaposed, as an apt channel for mysticism, a love of mystery and cryptically unfolding life.
Sow Backwards, NOW WON
Hear
I AM
A loan
Wince agin
In affront of compute Her
Sum would say
Yet what
Am I
Too due
Sow backwards
Halving experienced the won
Now
Giving in
In giving
As a dyslexic and a mystic
Fine Her naturally super
