§¨¨§¨§¨¨¨§                                          §¨§¨¨¨§§¨¨
§¨§§§§¨¨§§                                          §§§¨¨§¨§¨§
§§¨¨¨§¨§¨¨                                          ¨¨§¨§§§§§¨
¨§¨¨§§§§¨§                                          ¨§§§¨¨¨¨§§
§§¨§¨¨¨§§§                                          §¨¨§¨¨¨§¨§
¨§§§¨¨§¨¨¨ 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.   ¨§¨¨§§§§§¨
§¨¨§§§¨¨§§                                          §§¨§¨¨¨¨§¨
§¨§¨¨§¨§¨§                                          ¨§§§¨¨¨§§§
§§§¨§§§§§§                                          §¨¨§¨¨§¨¨¨
¨¨§§¨¨¨¨¨§                                          §¨§§¨§§¨¨§
¨§¨§¨¨¨¨§§                                          §§¨§§¨§¨§§