rows upon rows
dominoes placed
with shaking hands

i tiptoe
barefoot between
black lines
littering each
open space as
the windchimes bang
an everspiraling
orchestral accompaniment
to my shuddering pulse

one day i shall
unceremoniously collapse
and send these trails
clattering around
my still form
to spell an incantation
of perpetual sorrows
unleashing a swarm
chittering chitinous
clouds to reap carnage
in the name of art
one last feeble time

rows upon rows
i stagger with the grace
of a drunken monk