FEY BELLS           
                           
                                          
 ENVELOP ME IN NOISE... A SANDSTORM OF    
 SOUND... AND SURE ENOUGH, BETWEEN THE    
 GRAINS THERE ARE CALLS FROM OTHER        
 WORLDS -                                 
                                          
 DISTANT WAILING SIRENS, COMING CLOSER    
 BUT STAYING OUT OF REACH... TELLING ME   
 THAT SOMETHING IS HAPPENING, PERFUMING   
 ME WITH SOMEONE ELSES EXCITEMENT         
                                          
 THE PHONE RINGING, A CERTAIN PHONE FROM  
 A JOB LONG LOST, URGING FOR SOMEONE TO   
 PICK UP                                  
                                          
                                          
 AND AT TIMES, WHEN I'M ALMOST DROWNING   
 IN THIS METAPHORICAL SAND, BREATHING     
 IT, THE VEIL IS NEXT TO BREACHED... I    
 HEAR FLUTES, SINES, REPEATING THEMES     
 LIKE WERE THEY CALLS FROM RUBBERY        
 BIRDS... DEAFENINGLY LOUD!               
 BUT LIKE A MIRAGE, CONSTANTLY            
 EVAPORATING AND REFORMING.               
 AND NOT REALLY TOUCHING MY EARDRUMS.