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