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