,:=*^£&@##                                          ##@&£^*=:,
,,:=*^£&@#                                          #@&£^*=:,,
,:=*^£&@##                                          ##@&£^*=:,
,,:=*^£&@#                                          #@&£^*=:,,
,:=*^£&@##                                          ##@&£^*=:,
,,:=*^£&@# 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.   ##@&£^*=:,
,,:=*^£&@#                                          #@&£^*=:,,
,:=*^£&@##                                          ##@&£^*=:,
,,:=*^£&@#                                          #@&£^*=:,,
,:=*^£&@##                                          ##@&£^*=:,
,,:=*^£&@#                                          #@&£^*=:,,