Unsublime

I wonder why the chest is really called a chest
Is it a storehouse
Of treasures of secrecy
Of love
And of clandestine epiphanies?
Of resilient struggles
Of innocuous hatred
And untempered rage?
Or is it just full
Of gilded carcasses
Of people we used to be?

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