¨¨£¨¨¨¨£££                                          £¨¨£¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨£¨¨¨£¨£                                          ££¨¨£¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨£¨¨¨¨¨                                          ¨££¨¨£¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨£¨¨¨¨                                          ¨£££¨¨£¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨£¨¨¨                                          ¨£¨££¨¨£¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨£¨¨                    ¤¤                    ¨¨¨£££¨¨£¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨£¨                  ¤¤  ¤¤                  ¨¨¨£¨££¨¨£
£¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨£                  ¤    ¤                  ¨¨¨¨¨£££¨¨
¨£¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨                  ¤¤  ¤¤                  ¨¨¨¨¨£¨££¨
¨¨£¨¨¨¨¨¨¨                    ¤¤                    ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨£££
£¨¨£¨¨¨¨¨¨                                          ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨£¨£
££¨¨£¨¨¨¨¨             # #~~~~~~~~~~~# #            £¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨£
¨££¨¨£¨¨¨¨    ## #  # # # 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.     ¨¨£¨££¨¨£¨
£££¨¨£¨££¨                                          ¨¨¨¨£££¨¨¨
£¨££¨¨¨£££                                          £¨¨¨£¨££¨¨
¨¨£££¨¨£¨£                                          ££¨¨¨¨£££¨
¨¨£¨££¨¨¨£                                          ¨££¨¨¨£¨££
£¨¨¨£££¨¨£                                          ¨£££¨¨¨¨££
££¨¨£¨££¨¨                                          ¨£¨££¨¨¨£¨