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