I buried my youth in quartz
A fossil of every voice I lost
The river spits back my name
Syllables worn, no two the same

Time is a tongue of slow ice
Licking mountains into sacrifice
I'm the cliff refusing to fall
A prayer etched in terminal crawl

Your breath, a fault line’s sigh
Cracks maps where our cities lie
We build on sediment and throes
Cathedrals of almosts no one knows

Time is a tongue of slow ice
Licking mountains into sacrifice
I'm the cliff refusing to fall
A prayer etched in terminal crawl

The compass drowns in its own north
We plant tomorrows, reap unborn worth
The wind steals the almanac’s page
History’s a rumor we disengage

Time is a tongue of slow ice
Licking mountains into sacrifice
I'm the cliff refusing to fall
A prayer etched in terminal crawl