The borax communities in the lonely hills. The embryonic suburbs. The
vast green suburbs, waterwrenched, wrested waterly from the arid soils.
The west is just a waterwrest. Over at Water Rest.

East and Wrest. From the indians, from the desert, from the Spaniards.
The red west. The comforting rod of the western reds. The still waters of
the still rods of the western wreds. Wrens in the cottonwoods by the
still waters in the red sunrise. The Spanish Armada off the coast.
Religious forts up and down the state. The comforting rod of the arid
soils.

The red airs of the red desert wrested from the red man. No red men ever
lived in these bonewhite borax deserts.