Mispronunciations Poem by Brian Minniear

(The message returns on radio waves)

Model of inferior; relatively stationary core
Appealing to the apparatuses, aptly named. And rushing ever toward hesitation,
Minimally noun, begging of pardon to differ.
Silent nets. Clutched. Always, justly thus.

But we make no mention of ourselves, in dissonance and consonance
Things once were reticent magnanimous words
And they still occasionally wonder wander about random searches where exactly it was that box of labels is put.

Make no bones; impossible. About it, still graven, laughing in its slow sure pull
Fortress of ionosphere
So damned certain, forever closer before similarity the momentous reactions of assimilation.
You Medicea Sidera, in twilight twinkle
These invariable terms, terminal.