i am a lone grain of sand beneath
the swelling sea,
swept away by a slight ocean breeze,
wavering uncertainly among the ships
and seaweed.
i cannot stand in a forest of redwood.
i am a mere sapling buried in
the ground;
even clusters of soil pile taller than i
shall ever grow.
cannot, cannot, cannot.
when will you, you
timid creature?
i cannot speak in a room
full of voices. i am a shy whisper
swallowed in a shout.
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