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