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