[Being captain, I leave late,
and—a game grown great and very tame—
with a pair of snuffers and a pair of shears
I see the small pox home.]
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Wednesday 11 January 1659/60
Words are the living eyes of secrecy. — Velimir Khlebnikov
Words are the living eyes of secrecy.