on the
surface
control
can contort
a face into a smile or an unimpressed blank
the silent
river is raging
beneath
gorging over
its’ edges
taking down ancient
root systems
void of fish
current too
strong for anything but itself
it is moving
through the body and taking anything it can with it in its’ wake
the silent
river has no ocean to flow into but these pixels that form into characters and
those into the words of this language
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