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A Question of Balance

Global power
rains down in showers
civilization
builds higher towers
sometimes the
meek raise a sword
sometimes they
threaten with
a rake,
sometimes they cower
guarded by
mousetraps
near bogs that
they have fooled
themselves into
believing are
humming
highland
lakes
with heather
of the finest hue
dragon boats
crisscross
the water
manned by
motley crews
wearing layers of
cotton clothing
tie dyed
red, orange,
yellow
in sunbursts
district detectives
speak in
invectives
hosting
foot races
conducted
without adidas
shoes
a question of balance
in semi-local parlance
peppers the atmosphere
like the morning dew
why is it Noah
only learned
how to count
to two?

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