on the surface
my control can
contort my face into a smile
or an unimpressed blank
	
the silent river is raging beneath
and is gorging over its' edges
taking down ancient root systems
void of fish
the 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