The Atoll

Plasma (cont.)
Have ruined you by now if you were set on
Doing wrong with their scrolls my ions tell me so
Hector
We shall call solemn witnesses first off
The sentient nanobot clouds who patrol
Our coral island wafting twinkling fog
Plasma
It would be wonderful should you next prompt
Submission from those wasted criminals
With mist and mirrors made in miniature
If pixel dust clouds were to formulate
Extinct bird shapes mock auks and dodos cawing
And circling them as if inspired to pounce
Hector
Theres your small pouch of potent pixel dust
I delegate the prank adios for now