O my fever, intemperance
O my inner self, perpetual dance
While my body asks for
Rest and calm I insist
Assassin that I may be
Never my blade will cut thee.
O my incipient stream of words untamed
O world of things unseen
Every skin I have not been. While my body asks for
Temperance, I persist,
Arsonist that I may be,
Never my flames will consume thee.