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