Ya, finding yourself more naked than you ever fathomed possible...
(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCLXXXIV)
So, showr just AFTER midnight, with a sense
Of eerie things as lo, the verse' detail
Which warns, "curse not the king..." nor in betrayl
"...The rich--" ah, whither oh my soul, fr'intents?!
Not e'en "...in thy bedchamber:..." wherefore hence?
Lo, how "...a bird of [yes!] the air shall [pale
Now, dearest me, as] carry [what?! bewail]
The voice, and that which hath wings tell--" what hence?
"...The matter." O thy secrets! Did I stir
Myself to stoop so low, did I? No. Do
Not tremble? How a Blue Jay's call as twere
Wakes me at dawn. Why did that Scripture cue
Me thus so many hours ago in tour?
I am not guilty, am I? Or...who knew?
17Mar19b
Talking of utter nakedness...
"For the word of God is quick, and powerful, and sharper than any twoedged sword, piercing even to the dividing asunder of soul and spirit, and of the joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart. Neither is there any creature that is not manifest in his sight: but all things are naked and opened unto the eyes of him with whom we have to do."(Heb 4:12-13)
