Do you wear a mask on your birthday?

Very good, my friend. What am I to report on? One thing no-one will tell you: The first two verses of each strophe are driving the reader up, on a stair of many steps, the next two are allowing him to take a rest. A latent yet evident style of metre, of meaning, even of the poet's personality. It is you, so you receive a bravo for a genuine piece of philosophical confession (to muse Erato).