The Atoll

Plasma (cont.)
Alls ship shape sorted fresh come next high tide
Hector
Plasma youve grown indispensable here
And yet a day comes soon that we shall part
I feel it bode in my bones truthfully
Remember how I heard your moans and groans
From within that soft tufa slab and chipped
You loose and took care not to damage you
As if a sculptor safety margin inch
Plasma
I was from long incarceration freed
By you and this inch thick glass suits me flexed
The perfect weave of luck and legacy
Volcanic lava flowed abruptly hot