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