,,,,:~\%$§ §$%\~:,,,,
,,,:~\%$§@ @§$%\~:,,,
,,:~\%$§@@ @@§$%\~:,,
,:~\%$§@@# #@@§$%\~:,
,,:~\%$§@@ @@§$%\~:,,
,,,:~\%$§@ i follow the tire tracks west. they go @§$%\~:,,,
,,,,:~\%$§ parallel with the railroad, with its §$%\~:,,,,
,,,,,:~\%$ 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. @@§$%\~:,,
,:~\%$§@@# #@@§$%\~:,
,,:~\%$§@@ @@§$%\~:,,
,,,:~\%$§@ @§$%\~:,,,
,,,,:~\%$§ §$%\~:,,,,
,,,,,:~\%$ $%\~:,,,,,