Wednesday, July 27, 2011


Set me afire, Oh Lord!
That Thou may'st burn my conscience clean
Hold back not
For I yearn for such purity
Drunken author
I have writ such false story
Throw it in the fires
Let no one touch their seeming verities
For I have but wandered
Filling my coffin with the rubbish of me
Let each little collectible blaze me to freedom
For long as I treasure them o'er Thee
Oh, what hapless wretch I be