Vanishing Ends1977

When the eye is filled, the ear is no more attended and all that may be of beauty is there englobed, radiant, sufficient, excessive. Light bountiful emanations that ebb and flow through out containers of the lenseless eye of memory. This is all of the one that not seen fell from the stars and was not missed until it was seen no longer. Worlds withing worlds, both micro and macro, reflect themselves along an illusionistic curve revealing a reality whose sun set five minutes ago. –T. K.