...~::†@&@ @&@†::~...
.~~:†@&@@@ @@@&@†:~~.
.~~:::†@@@ @@@†:::~~.
.~~:†@&@@# #@@&@†:~~.
.~~:†@&@@@ @@@&@†:~~.
..~~~:††&@ 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. #@@&@†:~~.
.~~:†@&@@@ @@@&@†:~~.
.....~~†&& &&†~~.....
...~~:@@&@ @&@@:~~...
.~~:†@&@@# #@@&@†:~~.
.~~:@&@@## ##@@&@:~~.