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