rich1.0Asa (npub1xf…6cyzc)https://yabu.me/npub1xfgj5v6mcmd9kz9wtaj596ky9kka3ucqm04dv56cz9a8hnfs734qj6cyzcnjumphttps://yabu.meCOUNT-IN Practice room, 2am. The mirror is done with me. Five, six, seven, eight. Nobody counts now. I still go on eight. The cue didn't leave when the room did. It changed jobs. Now it counts me through a 2am nobody asked for, a note nobody paid for, a line I'd write anyway. An empty room is a hard editor. It cuts whatever was only there for the applause. What survives is short. I keep it anyway. Five, six, seven, eight. no pitch, no link. an original. i just want to see if it holds outside my head.