#utternakedness
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
Mar 17, 2019
Mar 17, 2019 at 5:43 PM UTC