I think it's absolutely breathtaking, Mr. Harms, what you've done with the conventional niche simplicity of nature, love and pain and transformed it into this visceral memory, and a technically whiplashing piece to remember, just as how memorable I'm sure it all was. "You are the art of photosynthesis," sure stood out to me as this beady eyed, mystical warmth even, just as luminescent as your words were to me, in the "purple turf of midnight with the luminance of" her. Another one of my favorite pieces Mr. Harms! :)