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You can’t forget the hand
that dotted and dashed
the news and sent it
to you.

Eight years later the wry
spaces bent intentionally
wrench you from here
to there.

A kid on the street shooting
caps, false bulletins. Soft.
So far the reading of his
holey punctuated

invisible braille. The divisible
zero. Fear no evil.
Lose your carriage train
of thought.

Items bought in haste and
returned at leisure.
Code breakers
know.