How long will the pallid children wait? we weave into nightshades, turning clock, the unknown dance, this tick-tock universe an evening running toward darkness- night into darker black, it is in this blackest moment that I really can see and you tonight are the tiger lily solemn eyes peering into green nothing as emerald jungles of our desire sing to the toubled sky the silent litanies of real fear. From "The Dusk is an Ocean" 1993 Painting Copyright T. Byron K. 1994
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