¨¨#¨#¨#¨#¨                                          ##¨¨######
¨##¨#¨#¨#¨                                          ##¨#¨#####
¨¨#¨#¨#¨#¨                                          ##¨#¨¨####
¨##¨#¨#¨#¨                                          ¨#¨#¨#¨###
¨¨#¨#¨#¨#¨                                          ##¨#¨#¨¨##
¨##¨#¨#¨#¨                    &&                    ¨#¨#¨#¨#¨#
¨¨#¨#¨#¨#¨                  &&  &&                  ##¨#¨#¨#¨#
¨##¨#¨#¨#¨                  &    &                  ¨#¨#¨#¨#¨#
¨¨#¨#¨#¨#¨                  &&  &&                  ##¨#¨#¨#¨#
¨##¨#¨#¨#¨                    &&                    ¨#¨#¨#¨#¨#
¨¨#¨#¨#¨#¨                                          ##¨#¨#¨#¨#
¨##¨#¨#¨#¨            # #~~~~~~~~~~~# #             ¨#¨#¨#¨#¨#
¨¨#¨#¨#¨#¨     ## #  # # # 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.     ##¨#¨#¨#¨#
¨##¨#¨#¨#¨                                          ¨#¨#¨#¨#¨#
¨¨#¨#¨#¨#¨                                          ##¨#¨#¨#¨#
¨##¨#¨#¨#¨                                          ¨#¨#¨#¨#¨#
¨¨#¨#¨#¨#¨                                          ##¨#¨#¨#¨#
¨##¨#¨#¨#¨                                          ¨#¨#¨#¨#¨#
¨¨#¨#¨#¨#¨                                          ##¨#¨#¨#¨#