.,~**%¤@@@ @@@¤%**~,.
.....,,*%@ @%*,,.....
....,~**¤@ @¤**~,....
.....,~*%¤ ¤%*~,.....
.,~**%%%%@ @%%%%**~,.
.,~**%¤@@# %% #@@¤%**~,.
.,,~***%¤@ %% %% @¤%***~,,.
...,~***%@ % % @%***~,...
...,~*%%¤@ %% %% @¤%%*~,...
.....,*%%@ %% @%%*,.....
.,~**%¤@## ##@¤%**~,.
....,**¤@@ # #~~~~~~~~~~~# # @@¤**,....
.,~**%%¤¤@ ## # # # # 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. #@@¤%**~,.
.,~**%¤¤@@ @@¤¤%**~,.
...,~*%%¤@ @¤%%*~,...
...,~**¤¤¤ ¤¤¤**~,...
.....~*%¤@ @¤%*~.....
.....,*%@@ @@%*,.....
.,~**%¤@## ##@¤%**~,.