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Thank you, and please forgive: Thank you, and please forgive my delayed reply.  And I deeply appreciate your words about Tavener.  Thank you so much.

Yeah, like a balance of: Yeah, like a balance of opposites in a lot of ways. It's been a good couple of weeks writing, not sure how much longer I can go on. Thank you deeply for the ongoing attention of your artist's eye, not sure if I could've done it without you.

There’s quite a sharp edge to: There’s quite a sharp edge to this piece that feels less like a meditation on poetry and more like a confrontation with its absence. By calling the lines “geometry” rather than verse, the speaker seems to be wrestling with the difference between form and feeling, of whether art can survive if it’s only structure without spirit. The imagery of discarding, of trash and triviality, lands with deliberate cruelty, but it also raises a deeper question: what makes a work worth keeping, and what makes it vanish without consequence? It can also be read it as a reminder that not everything we create will endure, but even the act of naming that impermanence has its own strange power.

This observation frames the: This observation frames the poem as speaking in a “dialect of duality.” It captures the way each stanza doesn’t just present a contrast (stones/sunlight, loss/memory, sorrow/joy) but also acts as a hinge between what came before and what comes after. The idea of being “caught in the middle always” mirrors the poem’s central theme: that life is lived in tension, never fully on one side or the other. In that sense, the comment deepens the reading by showing how the poem’s structure enacts its meaning.

There is an apocalyptic: There is an apocalyptic horror that boldly stammers forth and out of a thankless void to persevere, when all else is lost.

A wonderful thing! Too few: A wonderful thing! Too few have this!