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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.     ¨§§§§¨¨§§¨
¨¨§§§¨¨¨§¨                                          ¨§¨¨¨§¨§¨§
§¨§¨¨§¨¨§§                                          ¨§§¨¨§§§§§
¨§§§¨§§¨§¨                                          §§¨§¨§¨¨¨¨
¨§¨¨§§¨§§§                                          §¨§§§§§¨¨¨
¨§§¨§¨§§¨¨                                          ¨§§¨¨¨¨§¨¨
¨§¨§§§§¨§¨                                          §§¨§¨¨¨§§¨