THE DAM OUTSIDE VESZELLE.        
       THE HYDROPLANT                   
            
                                          
 IT'S ALL - IT'S ALL ABOUT CIRCLES, ABOUT 
 TORUSES ("DONUTS"), IT'S  ABOUT SPINNING 
 VERY FAST AND THEN  INVITING  A  SPIRAL. 
                                          
  
                                          
 A RING,  LIKE A HALO,  SURROUNDS ME.  MY 
 BADGE  AS PLANT  SUPERVISOR.  GRANTS  ME 
 POWERS.  LIGHTS  ME  UP  IN  THE  SUBTLE 
 SILVER-BLUE   COLOR   OF    THE   PLANT. 
                                          
 THE PLANT LURES THE MIST  FROM  ATOP THE 
 DARK  SEA  WATER.  IT'S  SIPHONED INSIDE 
 THE GREAT MECHANISM.                     
                                          
 THERE'S  INTERNAL WORKERS THERE, CAPABLE 
 OF    SURVIVING    TURBINE   CONDITIONS. 
 THEY'RE    ESCAPED    AND     REEDUCATED 
 LIQUID GLASS   CATS,   ALWAYS   CARFULLY 
 ADJUSTING THE MIRRORS INSIDE  THE TORUS, 
 ABSORBING  AND  EMANATING  VARIOUS  MIST 
 WAVELENGTHS,  FEELING  FOR OTHER  THINGS 
 IN THE MIST.                             
                                          
 WATER  SPIRITS  ARE  SEPARATED,   PUSHED 
 INTO THE CENTER FUNNEL,  INTO  THE SHARP 
 PRISM   AT   ITS   BOTTOM.THEIR   VOICES 
 COMBINE  EACH  NIGHT  INTO  A  WONDERFUL 
 CHORUS    AS   THEY    ARE    REFRACTED. 
                                          
  
                                          
 THE DAM.  THE HYDROPLANT  AT THE EDGE OF 
 THE SEA.  WE POWER OUR LITTLE PETS  WITH 
 THIS ENERGY.