Lethargic
I conceal by smiling the ice within
I lie under great weight
a sea might come into the room and I would do nothing
tell me a secret and I tell it to the wren
I give the devil his dirt a touching mission
the body changes as a sea high or low
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Thursday 5 November 1668.
Dave Bonta
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