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.^«\^*##@# ENVELOP ME IN NOISE... A SANDSTORM OF    #@##*^\«^.
..^«\^*##@ SOUND... AND SURE ENOUGH, BETWEEN THE    @##*^\«^..
...^«\^*## GRAINS THERE ARE CALLS FROM OTHER        ##*^\«^...
....^«\^*# WORLDS -                                 #*^\«^....
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......^«\^ DISTANT WAILING SIRENS, COMING CLOSER    ^\«^......
.......^«\ BUT STAYING OUT OF REACH... TELLING ME   \«^.......
........^« THAT SOMETHING IS HAPPENING, PERFUMING   «^........
.........^ ME WITH SOMEONE ELSES EXCITEMENT         ^.........
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.......... THE PHONE RINGING, A CERTAIN PHONE FROM  ..........
.......... A JOB LONG LOST, URGING FOR SOMEONE TO   ..........
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.......... 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.     @##*^\«^..
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