,,-~\$%@ @#&%$\~-,,
,,,-~\$% #&%$\~-,,,
,,,,-~\$%& &%$\~-,,,,
,,,-~\$% #&%$\~-,,,
,,-~\$%@ @#&%$\~-,,
,-~\$%@# %% #@#&%$\~-,
,,-~\$%@ %% %% @#&%$\~-,,
,,,-~\$% % % #&%$\~-,,,
,,,,-~\$%& %% %% &%$\~-,,,,
,,,-~\$% %% #&%$\~-,,,
,,-~\$%@ @#&%$\~-,,
,-~\$%@# # #~~~~~~~~~~~# # #@#&%$\~-,
,,-~\$%@ ## # # # # 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. &%$\~-,,,,
,,,-~\$% #&%$\~-,,,
,,-~\$%@ @#&%$\~-,,
,-~\$%@# #@#&%$\~-,
,,-~\$%@ @#&%$\~-,,
,,,-~\$% #&%$\~-,,,
,,,,-~\$%& &%$\~-,,,,