a turn from the words
that have come before,
as a ray leading away into
something unknown, as arsenal
                               open with the impending violence
                              of reaction
                                                of compounds shifting
in glass.
               we picked 287 and headed north
                                           towards a border,
unaware of
                the collapsing happening in ourselves
and around,
             of ideals created for years.     
our roads were left not leading,
and our teeth were cracking