All bones look the same

A million breaths poured out in heartfelt revelation
Yet, insecurity over the superficial consumes a nation
Brilliance: glowing, not in gold refined but elegance
In movement; not fashion.
An out pour of passion
That breaks the fast of knowledge and consumes
Ignorance.
Burning, biting, swallowing the dust of... beauty.
Wrinkled hands: worn.
Holding adolescent hands: torn.
Between the forks in the road
To live or to die in grace or to implode
Upon the fundamentals we all know.
But we have all come to ignore.
Paper thin bodies
Upon paper: thin.
Unobtainable
Eternally desirable

All bones look the same beneath the earth.