Living in the center

Here am I in the center burning
To make light burning ,burning.

Yes please yes please ,I repeat
After you in between my poems

I am a non speaking autist poet.
I repeat after any thing as poem

Since I am repeater after poems,
A non- talking autist, yes please

I go to hell frequently to parents
Who live in a center of universe

Which is burning light in the fire
As I keep kissing the idea of fire

My epiphanies are waiting in hell
Let me go to blind poet to know

What it is like to live in the center
And let flames of a hell singe you.

(Following the poem “Centre of the universe” by autistic poet Hannah Emerson )