If my pants were made of melon

so the other day I was thinking
big thoughts

not big like a mountain thoughts
not burning bridge thoughts
not continental plate thoughts

but fleck under the contacts thoughts
splinter beneath the skin thoughts
quiet wispy soul-crushing thoughts

i know the answers
we all know them
they are as universal as skin and mountains

it’s the implementation
that kills

and the giant hunching whispering unknown
is
on the other side am i reborn
or undead

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About dave

developing websites while wandering through this town of Calgary in Southern Alberta, that is how i make a living playing some guitar, writing some tunes, writing some stories, that is what i do sometimes and need to do more of walking & hiking in the Rockies, this is what spring, summer, and fall mean to me

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