Dinosaur With Headphones

You see things. Your eyes work. And then one day they don't. All the sights ever sawn disappear, all the knowns ever knew implode. All the beliefs ever believed, even those embraced by the whole of the heart, torch and incinerate like leaves burned upon a fire.
You start a bonfire in your backyard and watch your children as they light the things that mean less than Men (and Women). Watch them grow as the flames, jumping and dying, burst back and forth in issues of impotent joy and despair. A child's name lingers in your heart for years. But a heart ends, like any street.

Life doesn't amount to anything more than a good laugh. And then the silence.