If it doesn’t matter
what I do or say,
then I can do anything
or nothing and they will
be the same, have the same
impact — either
the cataclysm
or the whimper;
doesn’t matter as
whether I do or not has
an enormous impact,
a furred beast crashing
into thoughts and dreams,
or little or nothing — either way
fastens me in knots,
binds me up either way —
I stand still watching breathessly
until it is chosen for me,
chosen by whim,
selected by cloud whether
storm or calm,
broken or whole.
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onward,
T
