¨¨¨¨¨¨¨-~†                                          †~-¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨-~†^                                          ^†~-¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨-~†^*                                          *^†~-¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨-~†^*§                                          §*^†~-¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨-~†^*§@                                          @§*^†~-¨¨¨
¨¨-~†^*§@#                    **                    #@§*^†~-¨¨
¨-~†^*§@##                  **  **                  ##@§*^†~-¨
¨¨-~†^*§@#                  *    *                  #@§*^†~-¨¨
¨¨¨-~†^*§@                  **  **                  @§*^†~-¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨-~†^*§                    **                    §*^†~-¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨-~†^*                                          *^†~-¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨-~†^            # #~~~~~~~~~~~# #             ^†~-¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨-~†     ## #  # # # 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.     *^†~-¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨-~†^                                          ^†~-¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨-~†                                          †~-¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨-~                                          ~-¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨-~†                                          †~-¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨-~†^                                          ^†~-¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨-~†^*                                          *^†~-¨¨¨¨¨