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Hannah, my best and true collaborator,
and I would cry
yelling across an early morning theater
about whether or not we were doing anything
anything meaningful
because what, oh god what
what was the point if it
if it were all pointless
(an obvious question
without an obvious answer)
now I, alone, am crying out the same unending fear
except here, in this new realm
there is no one
to hear me and
tremble too
