Upon first hearing those exuberant voices-Eternal flashes-flowers of astounding Other-worldliness/ This Star wrought story arranges what must already be considered of us-constellations of being Consecration, concentration; Cool stone Labyrinth of ideas merged into light. Though that cruel laughter fraught or torn w/in faces strewn within tears or the blood of unholy hatred/ as lives careen-stolen cars aflame w/ desperation- I opened the only door again that day; As latter leaves sway the balm/ solstice amber evening tide/ I could believe you Again, of redemption Despite the crooked road-O nothing crown- As mutation of sin or perversions pleasures/ are not without Light-our tender soul built life, it leads us abliss/past the rust kiln shop of this desperate heart.. What holy needs beyond our loneliness? Early Summer 1997 From "Advent-Alpha" Painting Copyright T. Byron K. 1994
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Anonymous Guest 01 Jan 2009
very cool use of translucency, layering and dynamic line.Anonymous Guest 01 Jan 2009
very cool!Gerald Dextraze 27 Feb 2007
beautiful!Chris Williams 10 Dec 2006
beautiful id love to have this on my wall