I'm not sure where we go from here
It seems as if the turns have passed.
The road now stretches - an endless ribbon
As our sources of conversation run out fast.
I partially turn by head away
As a gear shifts within our minds
I watch bleak and lush lanscapes hurtle past.
There's no more music in this patch of empty
No more whirlwind dervish dance.
We take turns to shut our eyes
And in pity we seek recourse from each other.
The road stretches out before us.
No turns in sight. Not one.
- MA (2012)