and again, you find
the urge wells within you
and you welcome it
because it's the only thing you really know
and everything else is just falling forwards
trying to get back to it
looking for that mark your feet made in the floor
where you stood for half an hour
because you'd forgotten about moving
or rather you'd forgotten about motion
you've never stopped moving
not since that first moment
in that tiny chair in what they called a library
filled with learn-to-reads and bright pictures
since then it's been running
and you wouldn't stop it if you could
because there's a sort of calm
you can only find at that speed
and they tell you you're fascinating
too quiet
hard to read
bizarre, frustrating, damaged
and you smile a little bit
thinking that's just
because they can't quite move at the same speed