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Metamorphosis

I am a grub,
Yes,
A grub.
Creeping along,
I consume,
All that I can
To change.
I know,
A caterpillar
Is more appealing,
But most
Become moths,
Desperately seeking
The light in the darkness.
And metamorphosis,
Is a messy process
No matter what.
Inside you ooze,
As you destroy
What you were.
As a grub
I will not take flight
In a dazzle
Of butterfly color.
No,
I will be firmly on earth -
Grounded.
And like the dung beetle
I will take the crap
Of others,
And create something.
And my carapace
Will be strong
And iridescent
In the light of the day.

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