Route 7 Review - Page 37

and wield a stainless instrument that hurts so good it hurts us both and leaves scars we’ll share in secret like the dark side of the moon. I-10 Mirage By Carl Palmer no trees no traffic just this ruler straight interstate leading to a blue mountain range floating beyond the far horizon silver lakes evaporate at our approach seas ahead completely covering the road retreat in the heat before we can arrive deserted ancient ocean sand not even damp another oasis appears draws us never nearer to ever distant mountains in the western sky