6.
                              POET (CONT'D)
                  Now hear this, man.
                       (half beat)
                  I mean, NOW HEAR THIS, man.
                       (beat)
                  Man, THIS HEAR NOW, mean I. Nowhere, 
                  man.
                                                             CUT TO:
        MCU, MONOCHROME, HIGH CONTRAST: Poet continues. His fore-
        fingers plot out a square that is SUPERED, CG, DOTTED LINE.
                              POET (CONT'D)
                  So square, man. I spell S—Q-U—A—R—3—E, 
                  man. But the 3 is silent, man.
                                                             CUT TO:
        CU, MONOCHROME, HIGH CONTRAST: Poet continues. He shushes 
        with a forefinger. Then he traces out a cube that is SUPERED, 
        CG, DOTTED LINE, 3-D.
                              POET (CONT'D)
                  Shhhh! 
                       (beat, beat)
                  So square that it’s cubed, man.
                       (beat)
                  Like ice in the fridge,... but too 
                  uncool, man. Just too—oo—oo-oo 
                  uncool,... man.
                                                             CUT TO:
        MS, MONOCHROME, HIGH CONTRAST: Poet continues. In sync with 
        his poem, he cups his ears, points to the floor, tugs at his 
        clothes, displays his empty pockets and empty hands, folds 
        his hands in prayer, shakes his head “NO,” and then points 
        to the vague nothingness that surrounds him.
                              POET (CONT'D)
                  So now hear this, man: This is 
                  nowhere, man... and no wear and no 
                  wares and no cares and no prayers. I 
                  mean: No where,... man.
                       (as a sigh)
                  Nowhere Man.
        MLS, MONOCHROME, HIGH CONTRAST: Our Poet struts and frets 
        forward from his stage, and off his stage, and falls into a 
        dark shallow pit beyond the cone of limbo light.  He fell 
        into NOTHING and NOWHERE, man.
        SFX: And the unseen audience members snap their fingers in 
        too-cool applause: Snap, snap, snap!
                                                       FADE TO BLACK


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