Feet firmly planted.
Eyes peering into ciy lights . My old friends had waited patiently.
The merry go round would stop.  The hurdy gurdy would stop with
Deafening silence. As if what.

As if the token was never paid.
As if the effort was never made.
As if the book ran out of pages with no happy ending.

Optional. Washed away.  History told by the one eyed griot
Who had long since gone deaf.long ago lost a marble. But could not
Do the tally.

As if nothing matters but the most recent revision.
As if trutth was a street walker working for her next fix.
As if the distortion was a virtue.

Years in the salt mines. Drudgery and dillusion paassing for
Infinite hope.  The yolk bit deep the lash was a given annointed
as saviour.

As if the piper played for gratis.
As if the contract was written in wine.
As if one side payed while the other played.

Blood is thicker than *****
Like minds meld in commonality.
The twig lays close to the branch



As if that is the last word.
As if all is wellin mudvill.
As if Casey put it over the fence.
As if.