Temple-esque

Are really old bones holy? Even when the flesh is dressed to match a trend? This room reminds me of one much more painstakingly done. My body was built to last 80 or so years. How long until this paint flakes, how long until it’s purpose is foregone? How long until the old and maybe holy bones are redressed again? How long until they are broken and swept to make way for an aloof and unambitious youth, hoping to make it just one century?

How long until there are no hopefully-holy bones left? How long until the ribcage of a dinosaur is just a painting in a book. When I am 80 where will I have older siblings left? How long until the temples are gone leaving only the temple-esque?

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