,~---*&@## ##@&*---~,
,~-****&@# #@&****-~,
,~-**&@### ###@&**-~,
,~-**&@### ###@&**-~,
,~-**&@### ###@&**-~,
,,,,--**@# && #@**--,,,,
,~-**&@### && && ###@&**-~,
,~-**&@### & & ###@&**-~,
,~-**&@@@# && && #@@@&**-~,
,~-**&@### && ###@&**-~,
,,,,~-**&@ @&**-~,,,,
,~-**&@@@# # #-----------# # #@@@&**-~,
,~-**&@### ## # # # # 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. ###@&**-~,
,~-**&@### ###@&**-~,
,~-**&@### ###@&**-~,
,~-*&@#### ####@&*-~,
,~-**&@### ###@&**-~,
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,,,,,~-**@ @**-~,,,,,