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¨§§§¨¨¨§§§     ## #  # # # fey bells # #  # ## #    ¨¨§¨¨§¨¨§¨
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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.     ¨¨¨§§¨§§§§
¨¨§¨¨¨§§¨§                                          §¨¨§¨§§¨¨¨
¨¨§§¨¨§¨§§                                          ¨§¨§§§¨§¨¨
¨¨§¨§¨§§§¨                                          ¨§§§¨¨§§§¨
¨¨§§§§§¨¨§                                          ¨§¨¨§¨§¨¨§
§¨§¨¨¨¨§¨§                                          ¨§§¨§§§§¨§
¨§§§¨¨¨§§§                                          ¨§¨§§¨¨¨§§