,,,»*%&@## ##@&%*»,,,
,,,,»*%&@# #@&%*»,,,,
,,,»*%&@## ##@&%*»,,,
,,»*%&@### ###@&%*»,,
,,,»*%&@## ##@&%*»,,,
,,,,»*%&@# 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. ##@&%*»,,,
,,»*%&@### ###@&%*»,,
,,,»*%&@## ##@&%*»,,,
,,,,»*%&@# #@&%*»,,,,
,,,»*%&@## ##@&%*»,,,
,,»*%&@### ###@&%*»,,