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