Autistic Perception

Autistic Perception

Noah M. Fischbach

“We forfeit three-quarters of ourselves to be like other people.”
― Arthur Schopenhauer

I pronounce the cerebral, aflush with the divine;
this temple, mirror of living color.
To say otherwise would be a sin implied.
My existence exists for truly none other.
Yet my brain struggles to keep up this ruse,
my body failing to live as they choose;
I am the modern Frankenstein, left stith.
They demand normalcy and I have none to give,
so my eyes shift to gaze inward, to how I live
and praise the imperfect brain I am blessed with.

I pronounce the neurodivergent son;
egg cracked upon God’s skillet;
mind as even as the peaks of the Himalayas.
I am the Logic- the straight and narrow path wills it;
that is how I was made, to see with these eyes.
But I, for another’s world, can never fully rationalize
their sense of seeing, sense of being.
For I am made a dimension separated,
a twilight zone with a million eyes and fingers fast as razor blades,
my mind racing endlessly on the bridle
to get to the destination, the land of the dreaming.

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Noah M. Fischbach
Poet and Writer

Noah is a third-year student double-majoring in English at Capital University in Columbus, Ohio. He has been published in Tomorrow and Tomorrow and ReCap.

Photography by Jonas Jaeken