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.......... ENVELOP ME IN NOISE... A SANDSTORM OF    ..........
^......... SOUND... AND SURE ENOUGH, BETWEEN THE    .........^
«^........ GRAINS THERE ARE CALLS FROM OTHER        ........^«
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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         ..^«/*@###
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###@*/«^.. THE PHONE RINGING, A CERTAIN PHONE FROM  ..^«/*@###
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/«^....... 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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