Zeus' Nightstand

The echo is so loud that my skull is starting to imagine that it is a jellyfish having a bad dream.  It is as if I am standing on Zeus' nightstand listening to him snore while catfish swim in and out of his nostrils and my ears consider submitting their resignation.  But the echo is just a less pretty version of the original, staring at itself in the bathroom mirror and wishing on plastic surgery, but no surgery can change a sound.  You are what you are, echo!  And that is just fine with me.  Now lets make some more racket in this lonely canyon where the train-robbers used to roost.