Awareness Dancing [rev] Comments

Strikes me that some of these Cosmetic people are constructing their own death mask. In some cases most appropriate. The rest of your poem reminds me of St Jean Perse... this passage(TS Eliot's translation) and not that a man be no sad, but arising before day and biding circumspectly in the communion of an old tree, leaning his chin on the last fading star, he beholds at the end of the fasting sky great things and pure that unfold to delight. Your poem unfolds to delight and I love the Bronte sisters, not living that far away from Haworth, even if it is in that foreign country called Yorkshire! Now they are worthy of remembrance, particularly Jane Eyre. Another 10 young lady Tom Billsborough