A certain slant of light
I search my ears for clear words no spittle or rattle
eyes shut like a stone lips working on why I must give thanks the more unthankful my life
in the little blue chamber of grief I could not sleep nor wake
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Tuesday 15 March 1663/64.
Dave Bonta
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