¨¨¨¨¨:~†=*                                          *=†~:¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨:~†=                                          =†~:¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨:~†                                          †~:¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨:~                                          ~:¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨:                                          :¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨:~ 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.   †~:¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨:~†=                                          =†~:¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨:~†=*                                          *=†~:¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨:~†=*&                                          &*=†~:¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨:~†=*&¶                                          ¶&*=†~:¨¨¨
¨¨:~†=*&¶#                                          #¶&*=†~:¨¨