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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.     ¨¨¨¨§§¨§§¨
¨¨¨§¨¨§§§¨                                          ¨¨¨§¨§§¨§¨
¨¨§§¨§¨¨§¨                                          ¨¨§§§¨§§§¨
¨§¨§§§¨§§¨                                          ¨§¨¨§§¨¨§¨
§§§¨¨§§¨§§                                          §§¨§¨§¨§§¨
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