Who?

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Your tiny voice will be heard above the din.

You needn't levitate or perform magic tricks—

Unless you prefer to. People remember people

Like you, people who circle the wide zeroes.

No one dreamt you up, you are as real as me.

Sure, there are folks who jump off bridges,

And there's those who catch them. Don't make

Yourself sick trying to figure out who is who.

Just remember the gooseflesh and the quiet. 

The novel will be finished, and the flowers

Will be watered the way they should be.

Your mail will pile up somewhere; your love

Will keep writing to you in their messy hand.

Just remember you're carried by Underdream,

By gods cracking foxy. Everything is going 

To be okay, even if it's not. Especially if it's not— 

For the Earth must spin and the Moon must plot.