[Drank my morning quiet and my noon-time stew:
a study for a ring for a wedding for old soldiers
in the dark in the park where a far flock played.]
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Friday 3 February 1659/60.
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Words are the living eyes of secrecy. — Velimir Khlebnikov
Words are the living eyes of secrecy.