#@¶#%;~^¨¨                                          ¨¨^~;%#¶@#
##@¶#%;~^¨                                          ¨^~;%#¶@##
#@¶#%;~^¨¨                                          ¨¨^~;%#¶@#
@¶#%;~^¨¨¨                                          ¨¨¨^~;%#¶@
¶#%;~^¨¨¨¨                                          ¨¨¨¨^~;%#¶
#%;~^¨¨¨¨¨                    %%                    ¨¨¨¨¨^~;%#
¶#%;~^¨¨¨¨                  %%  %%                  ¨¨¨¨^~;%#¶
@¶#%;~^¨¨¨                  %    %                  ¨¨¨^~;%#¶@
#@¶#%;~^¨¨                  %%  %%                  ¨¨^~;%#¶@#
##@¶#%;~^¨                    %%                    ¨^~;%#¶@##
#@¶#%;~^¨¨                                          ¨¨^~;%#¶@#
@¶#%;~^¨¨¨             # #~~~~~~~~~~~# #            ¨¨¨^~;%#¶@
¶#%;~^¨¨¨¨     ## #  # # # 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.     ¨¨¨¨^~;%#¶
@¶#%;~^¨¨¨                                          ¨¨¨^~;%#¶@
#@¶#%;~^¨¨                                          ¨¨^~;%#¶@#
##@¶#%;~^¨                                          ¨^~;%#¶@##
#@¶#%;~^¨¨                                          ¨¨^~;%#¶@#
@¶#%;~^¨¨¨                                          ¨¨¨^~;%#¶@
¶#%;~^¨¨¨¨                                          ¨¨¨¨^~;%#¶