The Low Sky is an odd little lyric of four somber triplets, with all but the first ending in dark vowels: tomb, tomb, ground. Though simple, it is an effective tone-setter, reminiscent of Edgar Allen Poe. But this is more than music. The stifling yet pacifying “low-lidded soft sky” is a compelling image, whether haunting or calming.
The mind dissolves without a sound,
The flesh drops into the ground.
Incredibly, The Low Sky has not yet been included in any anthology.
 CP 2:111