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It was evident unconscious work

with yourself to find some inspiration,

and answer.

I want life but also time

with the souls that touched me.

Poem 11

Process: Erasure

Source: Stoker, Bram. Dracula. New York: New York, 1999. 357. Print.

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The Others gathered round in my diary,

the best means of letting them own information.

Doubtless we are on track.

We made our final wall to protect us.

I confess, for a good while.

Tomorrow will, I hope, mend all puzzled moods,

touch destiny, in fact. A butterfly soul, I want

a life of purpose.

Poem 10

Process: Erasure

Source: Stoker, Bram. Dracula. New York: New York, 1999. 353-355. Print.

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Home shall not be

here. Gone, my connection.

So I asked why.

Spirit rules: “Come with me.

Your going, you desire it. Hark!”

Poem 9

Process: Erasure

Source: Stoker, Bram. Dracula. New York: New York, 1999. 65. Print.

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There was no sign

he saw me or my presence,

has taken steps to, or might.

I dare not wait.

Tomorrow we must part.

Poem 8

Process: Erasure

Source: Stoker, Bram. Dracula. New York: New York, 1999. 64. Print.

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For once, give me a good night’s sleep, all dream,

for I feel weak and spiritless lying

down dozing.

Bless me

and

the

bed.

So sleepy.

and waiting for sleep.

Here comes sleep.

Good-night.

Poem 7

Process: Erasure

Source: Stoker, Bram. Dracula. New York: New York, 1999. 343. Print.

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In mania, taketh heed

lest, all at once, a shift

to lack-lustre apathy,

to talk which failed to excite,

to eyes that shine not.

Low in spirits, how different,

chloral resolution.

Tossing about in bed,

the observation-trap door.

Night cannot be useful

whilst on the other side,

just disappearing behind nothing;

I am not a Real Presence,

more like a wild beast caged.

I fear a dreadful head,

but when troubled I believe

the soul might yet whisper of joy

and I find, for a moment, I know

I have to want life.

Poem 6

Process: Erasure

Source: Stoker, Bram. Dracula. New York: New York, 1999. 133-138. Print.

Note: This poem was written starting from the same page as poem 4 on mania. I was messy about it so I’d have to get a different copy to show both poems together, but now I kind of want to…

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Mania closed in like a tiger.

I never saw such danger

in a good time.

Poem 5

Process: Erasure

Source: Stoker, Bram. Dracula. New York: New York, 1999. 136. Print.

Note: This poem was originally part of Poem 4 but didn’t quite fit and felt like its own poem.

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Mania:

Look out for squalls,

dreadful attitude,

sublime self-feeling,

the difference between myself

and God, infinitesimal,

excited movement

on the edge

of space,

the notebook filling up,

eyes that are filled.

If I don’t sleep, I must be careful

not to let it grow into a habit.

If tonight be sleepless…

dangerous ideas

might wait for me,

seemingly asleep,

but only watching the wall,

talking a swarm of bees,

a fit of escaping bidding me.

I shall get some sleep tonight.

I had better get all the sleep I can.

You have no cause to be concerned.

Yet. Look for trouble. Seen? Let me know;

unless the time has come and gone.

Then if need be tell the Dr.

For now, I wait.

I wait to be relieved.

Poem 4

Process: Erasure

Source: Stoker, Bram. Dracula. New York: New York, 1999. 133-141. Print.

Note: This poem originally went to page 136 and I kept expanding it. It also originally had 3 more lines that didn’t quite fit and felt like their own poem, so that’ll be poem 5.

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All that is left: a fog

the sunrise cannot pierce

because I dared go below.

I must not leave my monster,

tie my strength to that

which I honour. Look me in the face

if we are wrecked and understand

that I have been true to my soul.

Poem 3

Process: Erasure

Source: Stoker, Bram. Dracula. New York: New York, 1999. 113. Print.

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I fear doubt replaced the pen.

The expanse gave gloom-haunted sleep,

and in the midst of it, hope.

But fear followed, real—

so real, now. Sitting here,

I cannot be the same.

Changed, I came into it,

my own shadow, dark and great.

Fear shone like pearls against

a wicked, burning desire

that never could have come

through the lips.

Poem 2

Process: Erasure

Source: Stoker, Bram. Dracula. New York: New York, 1999. 49-50. Print.

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A terrible desire fell upon me.

I pulled away, caught the edge,

again, held in hell, my brain on fire

with a despairing feeling growing,

rolling heavy. I ran from the rush,

heard the great lock falling back

in the door, again a prisoner,

nailed down. I am alone in the castle,

alone with them. I may find a way

from this cursed spot. Forgive

my sometimes trying, longing

to be free and build castles

in the air. I have been squeezed

in a corner not intended for longing,

so I wonder…

Poem 1

Process: Erasure

Source: Stoker, Bram. Dracula. New York: New York, 1999. 69-72. Print.

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