David and his sonorous sonnets!
All was given, everything was left,
And every hope would swell that I redeem
With nothing taken out; and when I deftly
Built up my redoubt, I felt returning
All that gifted, everything that stood
To gain and give me gain in my esteem
In every way in which such profit could
So bolster my redoubt, my feared concern
That some were not as they appeared; that next
To me–so closely held to me, extreme—
So close my sense of safety had been vexed
To lay such siege, my hasty need to learn
How best to live within a fading dream
When once confessed, received, but did not earn.
This sonnet is part of a short sequence; click here to read it all:
In a preferred embodiment 
I find myself wondering why I wrote this sequence. But then… the process has produced some interesting results. Thank you for reblogging this one. This series is more or less an outgrowth of a technique I developed for writing sonnets very quickly. Rhyming words are chosen in advance, and in this sequence, rather than attempting to weave a message around these words, I simply allow phrases to spring forth from my subconscious. Even given this, a story seems to unfold in each sonnet and in the sequence as a whole.