Tracing the name in her hair, it was so.

Occasionally, I hear one of Mr. Boethius' songs, and have to chime, or fake organ, in.

(Original available at https://soundcloud.com/bill-boethius/space-full-of-rain )

Live June 11, 2018.

There are times when the light must escape, and the demiurge closed off.

It was going to be one of those fire-brimmed mornings on the mountain.

Let the thirteenth key be laid to rest.

Live June 8, 2018.

So it has ever been, a blasted witching hour in the smoke.

I have seen Her in my dreams, and have stared into the eyes that I cannot placate, nor provide anything that it does not already have, yet it looks and smiles

The charring and the shells and the burning thereof.

Sizzle beyond simmer, serves two for a generation.

And power in the breaking.

Or, the story of best intentions and leaving with less than one started the journey with.

In the ashen fields, not even boots of lead will save the pain.

A duet for the parting of ways.

A reading from the book of the mountain.

How to kill, how to die, and how to stagger back to life.

Live May 21, 2018.