Secrets

SECRETS

I keep my pockets hidden

Inside out when they are bidden

Then I hang them on the trees where they hum electric bees

I veil my inventories

Grow them round as morning glories

Then I lacquer them in gloss where they caracole crisscross

I classify my ciphers

Codify all new arrivers

Then I nourish them to death where they shift to shibboleth

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