Back There

back there behind

brambles and

forgotten fence

this backyard

nobody knows

or cares

and it's all sunny

october

this scream

this music made of screams

a kid back there

in his

backyard

making noises, free

from how to act

on the specturm

hell beyond

the spectrum

what is

the spectrum

anyway?

or maybe just

who he is

that voice

carried across

the air

singular and con-

torted

makeshift in a beautiful

sort of scary way

he has allowed himself out

of himself

back there just

doing what he wants to do

has to do

you can almost

make him out

jumping

slapping the air

stomping

on leaves

and the sky as blue

as a bottomless pit

that voice across it

pure joy

and

maybe

fearlessness

thoughtlessness

and me

understanding what it takes

to

know that

until

i don't