,,,,~^@@@@ @@@@^~,,,,
,:~^%@@¶## ##¶@@%^~:,
,,,,,:~^@¶ ¶@^~:,,,,,
,,,,:^%%%@ @%%%^:,,,,
,,,,,:^@@@ @@@^:,,,,,
,:~^%@¶### @@ ###¶@%^~:,
,:~^%@@¶## @@ @@ ##¶@@%^~:,
,:~^^^^@@# @ @ #@@^^^^~:,
,,,,~^@@@@ @@ @@ @@@@^~,,,,
,,,,,~~%@@ @@ @@%~~,,,,,
,,,,:~%%@¶ ¶@%%~:,,,,
,:~^%@@### # #~~~~~~~~~~~# # ###@@%^~:,
,,,:~~%%@@ ## # # # # 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. @@@^:,,,,,
,,,:^^%@@# #@@%^^:,,,
,,,,,,:~%@ @%~:,,,,,,
,:~^%@@@¶# #¶@@@%^~:,
,:~^%@@¶## ##¶@@%^~:,
,:~^%@@¶## ##¶@@%^~:,
,:~^%@@¶## ##¶@@%^~:,