Forty eight

What is this?
Where am I?
Why is there nothing here?
I’m falling apart.
I have to hold myself together.
I have to find where I came from.
Nothing here.
No landmarks.
No differentiation.
No sounds.
No light.
Nothing here.
Didn’t I take Bill with me?
Not here.
What is here?
Nothing.
What is this?
What am I?
I’m falling apart.
Have to hold myself together.
Am I dead?
What is death?
What is?

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