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¨&¨¨¨¨&¨¨¨ 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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