Movement and stillness

because you loom and find yourself upon movement
upon stillness

Eyes soaking reality in
Words profaning it all out

because when you look at me you may see a man who has no expression But inside me there is a flaming hurricane of thought and emotion being harnessed by a thousand flashing hands My face is blank, but my desire is to sprint and aggress, to devour the earth whole. To move faster than light. And to be completely still.