.....-=*@@ @@*=-.....
.--=%*@### ###@*%=--.
.--=%*@#@# #@#@*%=--.
.--=%*@#@# #@#@*%=--.
.--=%*@#@# #@#@*%=--.
....-=%*@@ 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. #@#@*%=--.
.--=%*@#@# #@#@*%=--.
.--=%*@#@# #@#@*%=--.
.--=%*@#@# #@#@*%=--.
.....-=%*# #*%=-.....
.--=%*@#@# #@#@*%=--.