A King of Infinite Space

[billy]

i get the feel of an obsessive compulsive mixed with autistic.
the need to say something but the inability to communicate

i'd have thought the first line;
In this place there is no light
and ;
If only,
sounds didn’t pirouette,
and colors didn’t sketch the sky
in bright calligraphy.
would have been at odds normally, but in this poem they work well.
i really like the last six lines in particular.
it shows the how bright a mind can be yet how dark when taken with the first two lines.

and i loved the crayon barrier that shouldn't be crossed.
for some reason i think that part of the poem is i us all. don't we all put up barriers?

if i had a nit. The question mark after sad doesn't do anything for me.
as always thanks for the read Todd.