The confiteor of the incapable


Supreme aurora, appear

Deliver your homespun dress on my shoulders

Supreme aurora, here is my confiteor :



I confess to almighty God,


And to you, my sisters Dickinson and Angelou,


That I have sinned through my own fault,


In inspiration, in style,


In musicality and in Beauty.



And I ask blessed Poetry, ever virgin,


All the angels and saints,


And you, my sisters,


To pray for me to the lord, our God.