On Romulus, While Abel Sleeps [A Chthonic Song.] SuperGroup From a heartspace that flows

From a heartspace that flows out of The Love of the Ancestors

It's lodged in the mode of tragedy

through the most challenging human circumstances

unsettling solo piece Severed

On Romulus, While Abel Sleeps [A Chthonic Song.] SuperGroup From a heartspace that flowsOn Romulus, While Abel Sleeps [A Chthonic Song.] Justin Limoli I told you how I blamed you for so much, your fist blooming into a prismed silence, a spectral call for quiet, cheering from the chorus as your fist anoints liquid mercury to my lips, the sign to all that I have succumbed to your weight, wordless. Brother, if you called for purple, I would give you amethyst from my mouth; if blue, water and a sail. Guided by Dante, Freud, and a pantheon of