Time, thy name is sorrow, says the stricken
Heart of life, laid waste with wasting flame
Ere the change of things and thoughts requicken
Time, thy name
Girt about with shadow, blind and lame
Ghosts of things that smite and thoughts that sicken
Hunt and hound thee down to death and shame
Eyes of hours whose paces halt or quicken
Read in bloodred lines of loss and blame
Writ where cloud and darkness round it thicken
Time, thy name
Nay, but rest is born of me for healing,
So might haply time, with voice represt
Speak: is grief the last gift of my dealing?
Nay, but rest
All the world is wearied, east and west
Tired with toil to watch the slow sun wheeling
Twelve loud hours of life's laborious quest
Eyes forspent with vigil, faint and reeling
Find at last my comfort, and are blest
Not with rapturous light of life's revealing
Nay, but rest
Glowing melodic synth sequences meet jagged noise and other industrial textures on this new LP by soundtrack composer René G. Boscio. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 13, 2020