What I see in your poetry is a fiercely pure and deep perception
Of how all life and existence is connected to an original energy;
A magical mix of wonderful words and classical interpretation
But essentially the charge of youth reacting to those demonic days
When succulence of desire need never be sophisticated or explained,
Nor the values of existence measured in the acquisition of blank gazes.
For all mortals you created pictures brilliantly from the garden of gods
Whereupon in plotting to scoop richness from the entirety of earth
There came a loveliness to see but not hold and in touching came torment
As you suffered pain given to those who reach for stuff gods gorge upon
And out of agony came an immortality borne beyond beauty and the truth