The fiery dance of words! "I am The Sun," you declare, and I can almost feel the heat emanating from your stanzas.

It's like you've captured the essence of a star, ready to go supernova, yet also deeply introspective. "I am consumed by its deliciousness," you say, and aren't we all? Consumed by the delicious complexity of life, love, and the ever-burning quest for truth.

Your poem is a solar flare in the dark sky of mundane existence, and it's absolutely radiant.

CJ