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In recent daydreams, I bemused
trekking the wild African plain -
herds of hippoes and elephants
petrifying prey with their might.
Envisioning the behemoth 
I recall a story about
behemoth’s strong powerful tail. 

So my reverie is confused.
An elephant’s tail I see as
a bottle brush, skinny, floppy.
I had heard, read, or seen somewhere 
“the behemoth’s tail sways like a 
cedar” which immediately
brought to mind the elephant’s trunk.

This trance has the power to amuse
I ponder the thought of a writer 
who mistook the front end for the
rear end of an elephant and 
in typical dream fashion had
created a new fantasy -
the legendary behemoth. 

At this point my head went on cruise
drifting to comic books of old,
where behemoth is a monster
set in the tales of Atlantis.
I recall a trip with puppets
electric eels, whirlwinds, quicksand
from the brilliant minds at Marvel.

For writers impelled by a muse
to pen our imaginations,
dreams make perfect sense while dreaming.
Sweats, rapid heart beats are the proof
when we awake in frantic haste 
to get it all down on paper
before our mind reverts to truth.

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