If it were my own idea (and it is not) I would probably present a kind of poetry where you write off the top of your head, with a no edits, New Beat spontaneity - and always about your current situation too - to Tap the beck in the back garden, here where our Plough alignment lives. You'd have to do it discretely and try and not leave clues, like statements about water, the Tap, rainfall, tea, Professor Morley's equation for the effect of water on water, even the blue dressing gown on the door, even the Vape pen in my hand.
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