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