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.......... Envelop Me In Noise... A Sandstorm Of    ..........
.......... Sound... And Sure Enough, Between The    ..........
.......... Grains There Are Calls From Other        ..........
^......... Worlds -                                 .........^
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=-^....... 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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