after driving many hoursnreflective dots on the road looked like candiesnstuck in rows to wax papernand i ate a few to find nthey'd been dipped in somebody's acidnand i couldn't uncross the things my mind said it saw with my eyesnand i couldn't say a word though i feared for our livesnwhat a cruel trick to play, what a cruel thing to do to a strangernnonce the sun came upnand i saw what was whatnthe heavy horizon lay before me it flattened out my eyesnno pitch black cut by spotlight to show me blurry lines nin sunlight i marvelled ni could have taken both our livesnwhat a cruel trick to play, what a cruel thing to do to a strangernwhat a cruel trick to play, what a cruel thing to do to a traveller