Artistry of people at lands known as PNG, have many forms as folk long past strove to fashion utility and evidence ingenuity in materiality (too little of which endures but enough to ward off deniability). Artistry of concept so long constrained by insufficiencies at interfacing language and wisdom, now materialises as graphic representation and digital archive, a grand new solar enlightenment of capability too little heralded, advances as day no long just dawned.
Arises, Raymond.

This is a gemstone, brilliantly constructed out of the pain of life, it sparkles with words that refract fundamental emotion with intensity and depth.

There are no weak lines, no ungainly syntax, no random permutations or misplaced words; each word is vital; every line flows freely to the next, from verse to verse, from moment to moment, they culminate in the whole poem so that it stands entirely on it's own.

"What of the stories and their memory?
Of starry nights and poetic muses"

A world-class poem, Raymond.

This is a poem that stands apart from your poetry.

I am eager for your upcoming collection.