A message via that ineffable Event Horizon ‘twixt sleep /and the Daily-Maya
(now so detestable that even, Cumonna Maya-house cheery ditties FAIL).

What Ho!? to purrs in-sync I Waken
(Neither cat knows Wakes of Kraken)
This as Midwich Cuckoos-human
(No Place Like Earth, their cognomen)
Seek Days of Triffids, Chrysalids rife
Mensch do choose as Myths of Life
The Ultimate Freedom (nor Web nor strife)

[If this be false and upon me proven, no man ever despised The Orange Menace nor the Uraneous un-Washed.]