Momentary Disquiet

He could twitch and switch in a matter of seconds
For he was covered in malice all over
Guilt took over him
Guile managed to cover
Pigmented judgement
Every hue and every tinge
Blindingly solid and unquestionably still
He stood there happy and silently musing
For the winds of change had blew
Not more, not less
He could quantify it not
He had gained, he had gained
There was no misdoubt.
Pleased and expectant
Even though contented
He stood and he waved
For the transit had begun.