¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨:=                                          =:¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨:=*                                          *=:¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨:=*=                                          =*=:¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨:=*=%                                          %=*=:¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨:=*=%§                                          §%=*=:¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨:=*=%§@ 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.   ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨                                          ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨                                          ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨:                                          :¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨:=                                          =:¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨:=*                                          *=:¨¨¨¨¨¨¨