Blue pill

Dave BontaContemplative

at dinner I bite a stone it is as fresh as an aspersion

it will do me no harm as a creature to stay in a hole all night

full of loss I love the light which is in love with no one

Erasure poems derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Tuesday 11 February 1668.

Dave Bonta

Learn by heart: tap a gap

at I bite a stone

it is as

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