Severed lies the thread of life; Freed from the dangling thorns We freefall into frozen waters; swallowed by the torrential maw, Vomited forth as one reborn on antediluvian shores. Lost and without hope. But our eyes are open now. We divine the arc of heaven A dreamscape woven with the entrails of a nightmare, Bound thickly with the blood of ages beyond. Immemorial. Inescapable. And I must watch alone from behind the veil No land to call my home. No body to call my own