¨--^§¤¤@##                                          ##@¤¤§^--¨
¨¨--^§¤¤@#                                          #@¤¤§^--¨¨
¨¨¨--^§¤¤@                                          @¤¤§^--¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨--^§¤¤                                          ¤¤§^--¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨--^§¤                                          ¤§^--¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨--^§                    ¤¤                    §^--¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨--^                  ¤¤  ¤¤                  ^--¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨--                  ¤    ¤                  --¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨-                  ¤¤  ¤¤                  -¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨                    ¤¤                    ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨                                          ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨            # #-----------# #             ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨    ## #  # # # 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.     ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨                                          ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨                                          ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨                                          ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨                                          ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨                                          ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨-                                          -¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨