...~~:%$@# #@$%:~~...
..~~:%$@#@ @#@$%:~~..
.~~:%$@#@# #@#@$%:~~.
..~~:%$@#@ @#@$%:~~..
...~~:%$@# #@$%:~~...
....~~:%$@ $$ @$%:~~....
...~~:%$@# $$ $$ #@$%:~~...
..~~:%$@#@ $ $ @#@$%:~~..
.~~:%$@#@# $$ $$ #@#@$%:~~.
..~~:%$@#@ $$ @#@$%:~~..
...~~:%$@# #@$%:~~...
....~~:%$@ # #~~~~~~~~~~~# # @$%:~~....
...~~:%$@# ## # # # # 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. #@#@$%:~~.
..~~:%$@#@ @#@$%:~~..
...~~:%$@# #@$%:~~...
....~~:%$@ @$%:~~....
...~~:%$@# #@$%:~~...
..~~:%$@#@ @#@$%:~~..
.~~:%$@#@# #@#@$%:~~.