The Atoll

Hector (cont.)
I thank you Albin from huge depths of heart
And also providence whatever powers
Perhaps Atlantean guide my sacred scrolls
Act 1 Scene 4
Felix
I wonder where might that ethereal tune
Originate? If I veer left to right
Or right to left the pitch drops down to nought
My ear drums pop so painfully to goad
Me back on course two steps on one step back
Plasma chants
As mist glowing on the sparkling brine
The nanobots spy cutting fine
As parasol they circle one
So guard the wizard from the sun
Glass flasks are frosted by wave foam
Glass shards are blunted by wet loam
The elephant seal barks out loud