Out of time

Dave BontaAnxious

where will I go to hunt our own hour together

I fell into the night and melted almost to water

I could not hear and this made me fear that there was some thief of noise

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Monday 11 July 1664.

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