As the sun shines through the window,
My kaleidoscope of gold,
Is lighting up the liquid, as it swirls around the bowl.
Dancing clockwise, in slow-motion,
The magic’s been released,
And down my secret waterfall, at last I’ll find some peace.
To you, it’s just disgusting,
So I’ll always feel the pain,
From the way you made me feel when I left a yellow stain.
It’s the ignorance of difference,
That sets our worlds apart,
To me, you see, it’s beautiful – a glittering work of art.
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I wrote the biography of a young autistic man. As a child, before his diagnosis, he’d been beaten for his habit of weeing in the sink. His adoptive parents considered it to be disgusting but, to him, it was art. The light coming through the frosted glass of the bathroom made the urine glitter and sparkle as it swirled round the sink.