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As night grew into itself disembodied voices ganged. Spectral sound-smudges fed a giddy unease. A breeze of chattering ether. Sense hanging on for dear life. Messages from beyond baffle speech. Muffled butterfly wings mob my throat and ears. I falter softly falling back into all my yesteryears. The after-dark alchemical lab squatted stubborn in our childhood bedroom conjugating wood with metal with scrying glass with tubular valves brewing Babel-babble birthing unearthly arias. Ur sonatas. The living and the dead speaking in tongues. Snatches of sing-a-longings. Torch songs. Verbal scrimshaw hitching radio waves. In the scrum Johnny Glossolalia was nudging Auntie Beeb off her cut-glass perch. Mouth-marbles shattered. Over there was coming over here. Abroad boarded our shores. We sailed our aural boat beyond the Ribble river Irish sea to places never heard of. Never trod. The fine-tuning twist of knobs steepled with other voices. Peoples. Worlds.