Murk

Oh murky heart:
What lurking monsters lie
twisted and billowing
beneath your solemn surface?

Only to me faintly known.

Still they seem;
Unseen and poised.
Until unbid perturbants disturb
their tulmultuous serenity,
and extract a toothy toll!

Cooling, clearing water come!
That these muddy monsters,
plain made, may be speared!
By some Fisherman of men.

And I'll be fully known!