The aetherport.
A long dull hallway. There cyanic siblings greet the possum and her company.
Magenta thence: "Hey, have we met before..."
The brother: "Maybe our other representations."
But White: "No, it's unlikely.
Now where was I...
We'll branchleap to the market."
The sister: "Paying with cash I guess?"
The possum: "Can you let us move already."

Magenta: "I'm a little bored...
Detached lines from which I was bound...
Ah, love... it is and has to be the sole excuse to think of there."