You will continue shattering.
Your pieces will make a lamp shade.
No, they will make a table.
No, your pieces will make electrons
And no matter how far apart they fly
They will always fly in the same motion.
Your shattered electron pieces will always.
Your shattered electron pieces will always know about each other
And they will know everything there is to know about each other instantly.
You shattered before you shattered.
What made you appear whole was only
A mysterious trick of optics. You looked like a lamp shade,
But your pieces were always pieces.
No matter how closely they spoke together in low tones,
Looking like one big table, your pieces were always millions.