Complexity
stares transfixed
from the frown
on my forehead.

… softness, patience,
even a willing acquiescence
of the future
signals from the corners
of my mouth
and from the undefined
reflection
on the translucent
membrane of my eyes.

A series of sudden nerve impulses,
uncontrolled flexing
of many small muscles,
and an overall accompanying
feel tells you—
doesn't it?