,,,,,:-=%$ $%=-:,,,,,
,,,,:-=%$& &$%=-:,,,,
,,,:-=%$&@ @&$%=-:,,,
,,:-=%$&@# #@&$%=-:,,
,:-=%$&@## ##@&$%=-:,
,,:-=%$&@# 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. @&$%=-:,,,
,,:-=%$&@# #@&$%=-:,,
,:-=%$&@## ##@&$%=-:,
,,:-=%$&@# #@&$%=-:,,
,,,:-=%$&@ @&$%=-:,,,
,,,,:-=%$& &$%=-:,,,,