[Matt Q]

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In the grandest chamber of my heart

In the grandest chamber of my heart
Veneer is flaking
Peeling from a golden throne

A woodworm chewing softly in the dark
Stops to poke its head out

Betrays all precious metal claims

The holes the woodworm leaves
Make nothing holy

Yet is even this not cause for hope?

That ersatz throne was bound to crumble

Something there is that is still growing
Something that wrests sustenance from decay

A larva swells to become a beetle
Transformation is still in play
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