i'm thinking i should stand as still as possible,
so as not to do irreparable harm,
cause a cacophony of crashing
cascading out from me in concentric circles.
there are atoms everyere,
am wrapped up in and strung out
on cells, through and through.
and it seems its all connected,
strands of life and matter
tangled and tethered,
weaving us all together:
the bricks, the grey billows,
all these candy wrappers and tombstones.
and so when my every move results in ramifications, when
every breath is affective,
i am thinking
i should not unwind.
when every now has consequences confounding,
i should stand as still as possible.
i will try not to breathe.
holding my death,
grey and statuesque,
i will cause nothing.