.^=;%§§@## ##@§§%;=^.
.^=;%§§@@# #@@§§%;=^.
.^=;%§§@@# #@@§§%;=^.
.....^;%§§ §§%;^.....
.......=%§ §%=.......
.^=;%§§@@@ 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. @§;;^.....
.^=;%%%§@@ @@§%%%;=^.
.^=;%§§@@@ @@@§§%;=^.
....=;§§§§ §§§§;=....
....^;;%§§ §§%;;^....
.^=;%§§@@# #@@§§%;=^.