This composition is sprung and spun from a poem by the British lyricist Daniel Lloyd Davey:

In the beginning

Rimmed with wind and storm

A great black wrath of infinite math

Spat snarling into form

And there was Heaven

Lit up with precious stones

Each one could fall but for the rule

Of Faith and love and stronger thrones

And therein rose vast wonders

Affections to be seen

Fathered from the plundered

Reflections of a dream

Fogging into nightmare...