My blue blue-eyed baby

My blue blue-eyed baby
thinks of me
'An innocent, maybe,
hatchling of evil, he's
sprawling with chance.

And while he's taken rest
he's been digging
in me a fine nest
cancer slothletchering
lying near me.

Though looking quite drained
the poor boy
grows claws now to maim
and my now-icy toy
wants fire I will not make.

Keep him frozen and still,
so out of reach
that his cold blooded will
won't his phoenix monster teach
of others he has spared.'

Started while residing on Columbus Ave. in Syracuse, NY; aged 25 or 26.

The “so” in “so out of reach is supposed to be underlined, but I was unable to come across how I was able to underline the last time.