##@@*$*-,¨                                          ¨,-*$*@@##
#@@*$*-,¨¨                                          ¨¨,-*$*@@#
@@*$*-,¨¨¨                                          ¨¨¨,-*$*@@
#@@*$*-,¨¨                                          ¨¨,-*$*@@#
##@@*$*-,¨                                          ¨,-*$*@@##
#@@*$*-,¨¨ i  follow  the tire tracks west. they go ¨¨,-*$*@@#
@@*$*-,¨¨¨ parallel  with  the railroad,  with  its ¨¨¨,-*$*@@
#@@*$*-,¨¨ endless mirrors looking  kinda  oily. an ¨¨,-*$*@@#
##@@*$*-,¨  incredible power bound there... there's ¨,-*$*@@##
#@@*$*-,¨¨ a wire fence  to separate the two roads. ¨¨,-*$*@@#
@@*$*-,¨¨¨                                          ¨¨¨,-*$*@@
#@@*$*-,¨¨ even though there's  a foggy  quality to ¨¨,-*$*@@#
##@@*$*-,¨ the air,  the  path i follow is glowing. ¨,-*$*@@##
#@@*$*-,¨¨ a   yellow-green  moss  has  taken  hold ¨¨,-*$*@@#
@@*$*-,¨¨¨ where  the  machines  who   made   these ¨¨¨,-*$*@@
#@@*$*-,¨¨ tracks once disturbed  the clover field. ¨¨,-*$*@@#
##@@*$*-,¨                                          ¨,-*$*@@##
#@@*$*-,¨¨ we're  off  the  season  when the  birds ¨¨,-*$*@@#
@@*$*-,¨¨¨ sing  beautifully. these days  it's just ¨¨¨,-*$*@@
#@@*$*-,¨¨       screeches, or calls for help.      ¨¨,-*$*@@#
##@@*$*-,¨                                          ¨,-*$*@@##
#@@*$*-,¨¨ i   think  of  the   jackdaw  i   maimed ¨¨,-*$*@@#
@@*$*-,¨¨¨   yesterday. i fear the dreaming gate.   ¨¨¨,-*$*@@
#@@*$*-,¨¨                                          ¨¨,-*$*@@#
##@@*$*-,¨                                          ¨,-*$*@@##
#@@*$*-,¨¨                                          ¨¨,-*$*@@#
@@*$*-,¨¨¨                                          ¨¨¨,-*$*@@
#@@*$*-,¨¨                                          ¨¨,-*$*@@#