,,^«*§¤@##                                          ##@¤§*«^,,
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,,,^«*§¤@#                                          #@¤§*«^,,,
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,,,^«*§¤@# 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.   @¤§*«^,,,,
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,,,^«*§¤@#                                          #@¤§*«^,,,