In a painted sea, what to write?
A letter taking tomorrow back?
But we sat and drank till drunk
and began to talk foolishly.
How to change?
I drink drink drink, for I find
it puts me out of order
in the name of liberty,
king for a day.
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Friday 9 March 1659/60.
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