There is a quiet in his chaos.
The quest for knowledge is an isolated one.
He is a queue of queries,
each one leading to the next.
Mind pumping faster than heartbeat.
Synapses opening and closing
almost as fast as the doors in his face.
He will learn
that people do not appreciate the furrow in his brow
and the uncertainty in his voice for very long.
He will become complexity disguised as indifference.
This world does not house enough room,
for his kind of wonderful.
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