The child walks outside,
holds his hands over his eyes,
and screams.
And I wait for the inevitable queries:
"What's wrong with him?"
"Why is he acting so weird?"
And I tell them
that for him,
the sun is brighter,
the fire alarm louder.
That he reacts as we would,
immersed in scalding light
and hammering sound.
And so I feel it is
with the artist,
as well.
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