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