Deconversion
Ice is a house I could not stay in, the answer to a tune I never hear.
Tell me how I promise forever in the present, with fiddles and songs and an old horse at grass.
Which trouble is the truth, coming into the streets to stand?
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Wednesday 7 November 1660.
Dave Bonta
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