Do they sit, patly made up
in a cable access studio
under a popcorn ceiling,
a perforated cubicle wall behind?
Or are they in a bunker,
headset clapped to a sergeant's
Cindy-your-time-life-operator head:
"Sir, look at these response times"?
Or are they, hands on lap, instead arrayed
around a carved oak table,
bowing heads and whispering past
candles and fog machines --
A seance, perhaps? Or do I hear players
informally dressed and reading
from a script or ad-lib
in a room soundproofed and black?
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