Citizen X

I am finite as my picture frame I sit full of shadows

and break my neck looking over my shoulder

at a loss how we all come to be in a new rogue world

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Saturday 17 March 1666.

Dave Bonta

Learn by heart: tap a gap

I am finite as my frame

I sit full of

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