To the summer of nineteen seventy-six, the season of Starwatcher---
the summery screen name that freed you from being a botcher
of your existence; then to the final form to be preferred:
take on the summary appellation of Starward.
Escape, also, the tyranny of calendars and clocks,
and the disapproval that no longer intrudes or blocks.
You seek, foremost, an ancient spirituality:
bear witness to it in your final Poetry.
Starward, a Saved and Baptized Christian