do you like this coffee,
black
full of holes
in the sky
which leaks information, not
the type
you could steal from a library, whatever
type of
hit-and-run, this
drive by might be—
won’t be found in a newspaper
or during NRA lobbying, confidential
bits of light-rays
are channeled, snap
off from
mother-iceberg, and
send themselves
hurling through
key-hole slivers of
formation, and
here
whether anyone knows it or not, appears
freedom
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