I live my life on full alert just
waiting to be found out and declared
a damned fraud (“you really are a weird
little pseudo-intellectual.”)
It is only a matter of time
until someone discovers that I
do not have an invitation, that
I stumbled in through the service door
and then I will be escorted out.
No wonder I jump at every
sound, weigh every possibility
and review every word choice and
conversation. My only defense
is to throw myself on the mercy
of the celestial court. And now
will the bailiff please read the verdict –
Imposter! How did you get in here?
Divine Overtones 