one last foghorn blast
and we'll find doppler love
in an air raid siren falling
a clench-knuckled cascade of Guinness through our veins
playing in our poison;
two loose ends
in dynamite hands
a boy scout breathing fire on a knot-tying badge.
unplugged power source vocation
we've descrambled a sequence
in short circuit vocoder translation.
we've got a method
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