The Atoll

Plasma (chant cont.)
Awake from harsh tunes fixed to troubled brains
Salvatore
My poor ears ache ball bearings rumble them
Paolo
The grinding gear noise was unbearable
Gianni
This screeching loud conveyor belt lets get off
Gloria
I settled into nightmare typical
Recurring weird improbabilities
Where pleasant people act so oddly rude
And bullies sugar endless flattery
My daydream nap then filled with big cat roars
Like those Id heard in zoos and which I guessed
To be the sabre tooths then mammoth toots
Blared largely elephantine that I sussed
Eduardo
Who would believe us? how could such things be?