2021 March 11

Erase by writing
what I’ll refuse to reread
as if void renewed.

I cannot recite
a single poem I’ve written.
I pay for a cloud

to mausoleum
yesterday’s blackout orphan.
I never rewrite

abandon, a ban
on random bonded tangents.
Close the door, Haiku

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