Alignments - an artwork (with a trace of a poem) by T Newfields
Devani: The poem is lost.
Brice: (nodding) Are not we also lost? Venturing towards unknown futures, only to disappear?
Anya: (sighing) It's okay to vanish. Isn't that the natural cycle of things?
Carlos: (sipping a bitter tequila with lemons) Sounds like a wimpy formula fer living ta me!