These words trickle, anymore
I’ve husks, not kernels
Pop pop pop pop pop
Corks, weasels, bottled bubbly
Silences molten down
The hatch and cheers,
Everyone: what’s imparted
Here is ballast, uncertain, coded,
Backmasked language
As confined, unassignable
Noise, shakey re-entry or
Nonsense made manifesto
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