Sudden halt Clouds disperse Anchored soul Sullen birth Perish the thought You can go back The Doors have closed The hallways collapsed All things left behind Will come round again Phases mapped in Tantrum Of Novas Echo sneered in coursing veins Nudged along A Peerless Shape As circles dawn From specs of rust Branching arcs now Coalesce Astral womb Matron divine Zygote reprized Sacred Sheath Wellspring shrine Escape defied All things left behind Will come round againmore