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