unknowability is a copout
why I don't like Will Eno
a critic in spite of myself
or was it the production
what I said often unkind
dismissing weeks of work
praising in a single word
loving my own thoughts
at best sharing my delight
relishing a nifty narrative
characters coming alive
honoring true intention
the lights faded to black
the audiences went home
let them be not forgotten
having lived and given all
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