miracle

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i used to be a beetle

my skin was bone

like tin it was

green

and blue

miracle material

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i am a lizard now

but

when I was a beetle

my doom it was

to waddle a gauntlet of predators

superb in their diversity

hard spiky exteriors

angles barbs and tips envenomed

shadowy sorts

not often colourful

decorative

in a mean way

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my husk remained high

in a snare suspended

a shiny fading signal

of green and blue misfortune

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now i am lizardous

and my predators are warmer

blooded

their tones are earthy and autumnal

glad as a lizard can be

i retained my green

and blue

exterior

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dusty and lived in now

less new car smell

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they observe me from outside parameters

of my conception

triangulating and calibrating

i bathe in sun as i am prone to do these days

nice and warm my vivid blood

i will move swiftly

and become you one day

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a celestial body

my turn to shine down upon

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beetles

lizards

and such