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.