Eventually it all dissolves into nothing.
A heart full like a crowded house.
Junk filling up each cupboard.
The brain full of Christmas decorations.
Which have long ago lost their sparkle.
It weighs down upon a soul that was born to fly.
Clipping the wings and keeping it upon the earth.
The flightless bird of an evolved life.
Beneath the feathers and failures, the bones will break.
Fossilized then crumbled, in the rough hands of god.
Blown into dust, cast out into the cosmos.
It all fades into the great big nothing.
Little spots on time, that do not register our existence.
Like flies on a windshield.
Butterflies on steering wheels.
Irritating beauty that falls apart in frailty.
We all go back to where we belong.
Unknown and empty.
Shooting up black fireworks.
Into the oily blank space of our sky.
Havoc and Consequence 
Oh wow Mark … is this what happened to our poor old Dodo … a sad ending for a bird ..
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It always had a tough go of it, the poor dodo.
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We all go back to where we belong, unknown maybe but empty…definitely not.
Loved the thought, “The brain full of Christmas decorations.” Stowed away year after year…..unused yet never finding their way to the bin. That’s how many memories are because they always remind us of the happier times.
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Yep, and they nudge things free in the head when you stumble across them while looking for something particular.
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sticky words, but so very good. I like the black fireworks exploding into your exquisite last line.
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Thank you, this one was extra personal, and i too like the black fireworks idea. It feel we are all sending these up, waiting for the colour to spark.
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I like the idea of hearts like flintstones.
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and people like The Flintstones 🙂
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