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§§¨§¨¨¨¨§¨                                          ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨§¨
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§¨¨§¨¨§¨§¨     ## #  # # # fey bells # #  # ## #    ¨¨¨¨¨¨§¨¨§
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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.     §¨§¨¨§¨§¨¨
¨¨§§§¨§§§¨                                          §§§¨§§§§¨§
¨§¨¨§§¨¨§§                                          ¨¨§§¨¨¨§§§
§§¨§¨§¨§¨§                                          ¨§¨§¨¨§¨¨§
¨§§§§§§§§§                                          §§§§¨§§¨§¨
§¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨§                                          ¨¨¨§§¨§§§¨
§¨¨¨¨¨¨¨§¨                                          ¨¨§¨§§¨¨§§