A poem in which the speaker expresses the desire to be someone or something else. Then I should like to be a diamond;
To recycle this carbon corpus knowing Every carbohydrate consumed Only increased My value; To be crushed beneath the crust, Compressed under comfortable pressure For a thousand years With the Earth, herself, As my weighted blanket; To emerge Hardened and strengthened From my chrysalis, Perfectly crystalized Like a previously half-formed Idea Fully realized; To be sought after And fought over, My value ever inflated, Not negated Or belated, Evaluated By the jeweler's Cutting gaze, My grandfather's necklace - A gold occlusion - The only clue To who I was before; Or to remain A flawless elemental structure Untouched, Unchanged by human hands Or human ideas of beauty, In the bowels of the Earth - Under - A wonder For God's eyes Alone.
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