an erasure poem I’ve created for THE
FOUND POETRY REVIEWfrom chapter 9 of The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde
Still
you,
the visible incarnation
an exquisite dream
away, you were still present
You would not have understood it
I hardly understood it myself
the Realism
is always more abstract
The colour
an exquisite dream
away, you were still present
You would not have understood it
I hardly understood it myself
the Realism
is always more abstract
The colour
The peril
this strange confession
this strange confession
strange idolatry
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