The Atoll

Albin (cont.)
On spirits whilst enchanted channels forth
Their voices afterward collapses curled
And foetus like at base of Ophions post
And then he can remember not one thing
Silvio
I cry a crocodile tear just for you
Your twenty second century snake oil
Almighty dollar sign and peristyle
Says whats in this red earthen jug uncorked?
Giacomo
A mellow genie else cremation ash?
Albin
Be careful its a potion made to perk
Up zombies poison dart frog puffer fish
And nettles ground and mixed in rock pool dew
Silvio
The little life you lead here balut breath