Signs of the times

Dave BontaAnxious

I fall on the ice at house number 666

the wrong bed is ours for a long rust

tomorrow comes to me and says that she is poison

that a sign is the meaning of a sad god

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Saturday 10 November 1666.

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