The computer hum of executive technology.
Strange bits of information float in the air
someone's blog about why we're all getting younger
a photo of a younger me
a photo of the ex- Terrains
The ex- Terrains, with their arms around each other
The photo floats away and lands on the window sill
After a few seconds, it shifts and lands behind
Your technology in the field, Change of the winds, blow their steps into the sun.
That humanity, This no man will not answer, and the spirit seems.