We have 9 pm poems and 4 am. Ever notice? 
I’m staying cool with it like a Javanese statistician.  
When information is relevant to sanctioned policy, communication goes private.  
Like when decisions should be centralized within a single metaphor for good caffeine.  
No personalities, please, only one writer / editor apiece
are left standing in rain assuming sun is still shining of late,  
nipping, filing matter, spinning, capturing the dress casual in waiting.