And if the guise of death is the absurdity of an inconquerous sin If the days find your hours passing like light through summer windows The tragedy of life must be the cold realization that we have fallen and remain stranded where this mute ground meets the silence of thought. From "The Seventh Cain" (excerpt) Painting Copyright 1994 T. Byron K.
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nikos kanellos 26 Oct 2007
Very strong my friend!Chris Williams 21 Jan 2007
perfectLawrence Hickman 21 Jan 2007
outstanding and awsome work well composedbianca 20 Jan 2007
fabulous piece of art....Emily Reed 20 Jan 2007
Impressive abstract!!!!