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Equalizing
From the miniscule, to the grand vestibule,
Balancing forces are summoned to equate.
Where one seems to create more distance,
The other looks to attract and deflate.
Just as water in a vessel
Seeks to find its very level.
There's gravity about humanity to
Wrestle, among God and the devil.
Constantly pushing and pulling,
Recognizing difference while being the same.
While maintaining anonymity,
Avoiding any credit or blame.
With a powerful nature to compare,
As if a regression to the mean.
It looks to a level playing field,
That's righteous and clean.
So as we hold all of our heroes,
High above the earthen mound.
Knowing the praise may be short-lived,
If there was no equal ground.
Copyright ©
Timothy Mattson
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