,^~=%*&@##                                          ##@&*%=~^,
,^~=%&@###                                          ###@&%=~^,
,,,,^~%*@#                                          #@*%~^,,,,
,,,,,^^~%&                                          &%~^^,,,,,
,^~=%*&@##                                          ##@&*%=~^,
,,,,~==*&# 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.   #&&%~,,,,,
,,,,^~%%%&                                          &%%%~^,,,,
,,,~~~=*&@                                          @&*=~~~,,,
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,^~=%*&@@#                                          #@@&*%=~^,
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