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Who are you?: U U R.. URE.. SURE? U SURE? U R SURE? URE SURE? U RE-ASURE? U TREASURE? U.S. TREASURE? USE TREASURE?? U SEE TREASURE! U N SEE TREASURE? UNSEEN_TREASURE!  

I most certainly agree with: I most certainly agree with this.

Thank you for the kind: Thank you for the kind reply.  I think back to my undergrad days, to that basement level room in the Library where the Literature and Astronomy books were housed (odd combination, really, yet to poetically significant).  I---on the exterior, an awkward, shy, nerd with a pipsqueak voice; and, interiorly, the starwatcher, eager to absorb as much Poetry as I could, the way astronomers' telescopes gathered starlight---felt frustrated, reading avidly and eagerly about great Poets, but only able to see their achievements has finished totals, complete accomplished achievements.  I wondered, almost obsessively, what it would have been like to watch the poems appear, one by one, in those works.  What would it have been like to read the Georgics without knowing The Aeneid would soon follow; or The Waste Land without anticipating Four Quartets?  But now I understand that those four years were a preparation for now---for the privilege of watching you build your Poetry, one poem posting at a time.  I have been reading your Poetry for approximately three years, reading it in real time and not in a retrospective collection; reading a Poet who is obviously walking the path of Greatness (emphasis on the verb form, walking not walked) . . . right before my astounded eyes.  Two events from my undergrad years are metaphors for this present tense experience of reading your Poetry:  the night I saw Saturn, not as a photograph, but as a present, deep sky object in the Observatory's telescope; and the first time I heard Dvorak's New World Symphony.  

Thanks for your comment : Thanks for your comment. The problem I have with a religion being 'secular' I must admit I have a difficult time with it That is, it's very hard to find a word that rhymes with it The only word that comes to mind is 'molecular' I've given it much thought But I've come up with naught  So I say 'What the heckular!'

Drink this: Here drink this and let it fill you with light and power. That moment when you look out and see the transitioning of nature and feel it to your core...the ultimate beingness. Because the shadows are cheap and easy guides ... you could with banality talk about a seasons change but this snaring of stars Goes beyond  So many moments. Transpiring and inspiring poem. Excellently reviewed by Starward I'm like yea "what they said " Love the thought of stars being our memories. Thank you for some beautiful insights and thought provok-tion. I guess the word is provocation but a moving poem imagery and divinity Of our world. 

You never read my poems; you: You never read my poems; you enter them and live a compact lifetime there. (Rent free. Smiling)   Truthfully, I can say that your eloquent perceptions have been one of the most rewarding experiences of my creative life because I can say, when all is said and done, that my work was not just read, it was profoundly grasped. That means more than I can say.   There were revelations in your analysis that interpreted my vision will such precision that they could have been rival poems, and all I could think was: Yes! That's what I was trying to say; that's what I was trying to accomplish.    I'm grateful on that cosmic scale you so exquisitely wrote about. Keep shining your starlight, great poet and scholar.  

Thank you, Radiant Poet, for: Thank you, Radiant Poet, for your poems, and one magnificent creation is this comment. My heartfelt, infinite gratitude.