| Jules: | This poem disappears. | |
| Ellesha: | Isn't that what happens to all poetry? | |
| Andrei: | Maybe it's a blessing zhings vanish. | |
| Soo: | Does anyding from human hands haf perennial value? | |
| Philyra: | Too many chemicals we use today don't disappear quickly enough – instead of breaking down, they hang around, creating countless problems. Thanks to our short-sightedness, mutations will become all the more common. | |
| Andrei: | Yep. Our civilization needs a giant enema . . . we have mucked zhings up pretty well, eh? | |
| Ellesha: | Don't worry – Nature shall have the final word. |
