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