The Atoll

Angela (cont.)
Print Atlantis spent monolithic might
In vestige summon spawning long haul eels
Magnetic current cipher who appeals
The elvers stream a virtual river rite
Its scandinavian states for which I long
My blond hairs snow white my eyes icy blue
Another ice age would nudge right the wrong
Root words through semantics I shall pursue
Ill take clouds of nanobots as cover
Wizard mustnt sight me selfish lover
Act 5 Scene 1
Plasma (chants)
Beneath the palate squatter I
I plus my host arent eye to eye
I ate then replaced his pink tongue
I gate keep his tum as its bung
Sort morsels moved from gill to gill
Host perish any thought Id kill