....~~/$$& &$$/~~....
...~~~***& &***~~~...
.~~/***$$& &$$***/~~.
.~~/*$&@@# #@@&$*/~~.
.~~/*$&&&@ @&&&$*/~~.
.~~/*$&@@# i follow the tire tracks west. they go #@@&$*/~~.
.~~/*$&@@@ parallel with the railroad, with its @@@&$*/~~.
.~~/*$&@@@ endless mirrors looking kinda oily. an @@@&$*/~~.
....~~~/$& incredible power bound there... there's &$/~~~....
.~~/*$&&&@ a wire fence to separate the two roads. @&&&$*/~~.
....~//*&@ @&*//~....
.~~/*$&&@@ even though there's a foggy quality to @@&&$*/~~.
.~~/*$&@@# the air, the path i follow is glowing. #@@&$*/~~.
.~~/*$&@## a yellow-green moss has taken hold ##@&$*/~~.
.~~/*$&@@@ where the machines who made these @@@&$*/~~.
.~~/*$&@@@ tracks once disturbed the clover field. @@@&$*/~~.
.~~/*$&@@@ @@@&$*/~~.
.~~/*$&@@@ we're off the season when the birds @@@&$*/~~.
.~~/*$&@@# sing beautifully. these days it's just #@@&$*/~~.
.~~//*$&@@ screeches, or calls for help. @@&$*//~~.
.....~/$&@ @&$/~.....
.~~/*$&@@# i think of the jackdaw i maimed #@@&$*/~~.
.~~/*$&@@@ yesterday. i fear the dreaming gate. @@@&$*/~~.
.~~/*$&@@@ @@@&$*/~~.
.~~/*$&@@# #@@&$*/~~.
..~~~/*$@@ @@$*/~~~..
.~~/*$&@@# #@@&$*/~~.
.~~/*$&@@# #@@&$*/~~.