Route 14

There is a road that winds through many hills,
A river of tar striped with the shimmer of starlight,
And when you drive it at night,
And all is blackness but those leering stars,
You may go up a hill and feel as though
You’re driving into the cosmos itself,
And you close your eyes, go on, close your eyes,
And feel the rocketing engine under your feet,
Smell the coppery odor of nothingness,
So close now, so close to the void,
And all you must do to get there
Is keep your eyes in darkness.