Ah, The Sky, this is the dreamscape (or maybe fever dream) track on the album where myth and machine collide. What I love about poetry and music is that its meaning can be so influenced by the listener (the observer). I suppose everything is. But truly, songs morph, bend, and interact in a cellular way. Abstract offerings, such as The Sky, have an especially ineffable nature. I am here on Substack to talk about the meaning of the songs, and so I shall endeavor to do so, yet I