is filled with. i.

short changed? – come tither,

the devil knows you deserve

more, forget that name,

it is just a wrong verdict

on one whose heart matches

that thumping noise

you hope no one is listening to –

as it warps, races, rushes, swims

even when water is dry,

becomes like stale air, still the lungs

breathe in water through gills

because it is not about here. it is about

what if.

because the dices do not lie,

and the dices play fate: watch the winners

lie. it is no lie. because power is might.

though the stone begins to crumble

when the illusion fades.

dices do not play games, the handy man

is sweating when the stakes are high,

he has mouths to feed, and pleasures

to indulge in. the take on this – watch the

watcher who damns all but he himself

cannot be touched!

and the herds they follow, no longer mindful

of justice or fairness – it does not exist,

each man for himself

then that is when the devil retorts to the angels

watching – was i wrong?

it is all about the results,

not the means.

then the sky became dark, i no longer could

see my neighbor’s face: though whispers

were heard from the grave. don’t let my death be for nothing.

and yet

it was for nothing when the tides roll pass

coarse rocks

unmoving. today, yesterday, tomorrow

is all the same when the gods laugh

because men worship idols.

take a piece of silver,

from the linings of the cloud passing by,

it’s the last sliver of hope –

cherish it well.