Poet grants absolution to novelist

It's ok to dream
your balls are big. Huge
in fact. Swinging from side
to side. Pealing so wildly
church steeples cannot support them.
They crash down on the chapel,
crush sinners acting meek
in prayer. You must burn bright candles
in your navel. Cleanse
any sign of guilt. May your prose
smolder from the ordeal.

Timothy Pilgrim