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,^~†††**§@    ## #  # # # 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                                  @@*†††^,,,
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,^~††*§@## 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.     §*†~^,,,,,
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