There is a rending and a gnashing and a wailing at the threshold

Duet for the howling spirit voices in the night.

When you give a carpenter twelve angles and no order to attack, the morning is far gone.

"What I am missing most in this moment is the exploration of the creation of the Great Voice, a channelling of you and what is beyond you focused on the instant of revelation, where merge the physical and the void, and the many ways of extracting the sound from whatever space it comes, to hear the brilliance of creation cascade from your throat and erupt from nothingness in a rhythm that changes with each utterance, simple and unexplained; I would hear that Voice no matter how it is uttered, and in the wonder of the moment, join you in song."

There are always three, and me.

A chamber of desires, swept clean.

A duet for the highest hillside.

There is a whisper, then gone.

And the library in the void is home once again.

Live February 20, 2018.

There are star sponges beyond the vision, bright enough to obscure the haze and the glare.

Duet for the breaking and the way.

Drive the hell hither homeward.

Live January 29, 2018. Corrected, actual intended track.

A remembrance of all things Roland T. Rat, gone too soon.

Follow the signs from sickness way, just past the falling storm.