Some days I believe
I am more
When there is less of me,

That my words
Bear more weight
When I bear it less,

That my deeds
Tip scales
When I don’t.

And untruths
Are easy to buy
When I am feeling cheap,

So I bring plates
Filled with lies
As fragrant offerings,

And make myself
A sacrifice
To all the wrong gods.

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