..-†§@¤### ###¤@§†-.. ..-†§@@@## ##@@@§†-.. ....-§@@¤# #¤@@§-.... ..-†§@¤### ###¤@§†-.. ..-†§@¤### ###¤@§†-.. ..-†§@¤### 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. #¤@†...... ..-†§@¤### ###¤@§†-.. .....-§¤¤# #¤¤§-..... ..-†§@¤¤¤¤ ¤¤¤¤@§†-.. ....-†@¤¤# #¤¤@†-.... ..--††§§@¤ ¤@§§††--.. ..-†§@¤### ###¤@§†-..