It rains from high upon an ocean of water bellow, as you hear…
In the background, the play of thunder and drums.
From those heights, flows down like a fish,
A creature, or a vehicle, so it seems.

Propelled through water at wish,
Pine cone material it has for skin.
Although familiar it appears to me,
Alien technology may it be!

What nonsense am I saying?
Don’t care! I just drove that thing!
Smooth through the waters I moved,
till at last, the heavy storm approaches…

Woke up I from my slumber! Gong!
Time to get ready for work! Gong!
Specially with pen and paper, gong!
Works on psychology, so odd…

GONG!… (so loud by my door)

c. Sept., 2021.