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Balancing Fate

In a dream
my truth spoke to me in a language
I didn’t understand
Unintelligible syllables against an ethical rhythm
and in between my teeth
I held
a little scale
which weighed my heart against a feather made of lead
and
when I woke I understood
that each sound I make
splashes through the world
like a pebble in a pond
small except for the ripples
I make.