Once again, I didn’t really follow the prompt for this one. (https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-12/)
In stillness,
in motion,
with feeling,
dead inside,
we contradict
ourselves, heedless
riotous, incautious,
as we
dance, sing,
scream, weep,
laugh, love,
all still,
chaotic motion,
dead to
the world,
we create
our reality
with such
intense feeling.
John the Librarian 