High and lonesome
the night’s mouth being sealed I kiss the void that I might not go mad
the most humble nothing must be spared and wild
like the first day with God in that no home place
I am no one and I am going to live
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Wednesday 4 November 1668.
Dave Bonta
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