¨¨@¨@¨¨@¨@ @¨@¨¨@@@@@
¨@@¨@¨@@¨@ @¨@¨@¨@@@@
¨¨@¨@¨¨@¨@ @¨@¨@¨¨@@@
¨@@¨@¨@@¨@ @¨@¨@¨@¨@@
¨¨@¨@¨¨@¨@ @¨@¨@¨@¨¨@
¨@@¨@¨@@¨@ 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. @¨@¨@¨@¨¨@
¨@@¨@¨@@¨@ @¨@¨@¨@¨@@
¨¨@¨@¨¨@¨@ @¨@¨@¨@¨¨@
¨@@¨@¨@@¨@ @¨@¨@¨@¨@@
¨¨@¨@¨¨@¨@ @¨@¨@¨@¨¨@
¨@@¨@¨@@¨@ @¨@¨@¨@¨@@