Apophasis

Dave BontaContemplative

no creed pleased me like music

though my own road is a wound

I saw mortality touching all things but the night

not knowing is an art— a black one

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Wednesday 27 September 1665.

Dave Bonta

Learn by heart: tap a gap

pleased me like

though my own

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