Blowing up Rocks

She was born with a dark taste

Led her straight to the cliff face

A cruel wind wielding

Pummeling into new things

In this place where the hard rains

Permeate through her baby's veins

It was born

It was born

It was spawned

It was born

I was born into this strange spell

And I held it in my fist

Amethyst that would cut like a blade

Running through everything we made

I held it in my fist

I held it in my fist

One more layer into the earth

As my dust falls to the dirt

Digging in as I'm pushing out

Caving in as I'm crawling closer to the edge

Closer to the edge

In future years as I lay between

These layers of sediment

All my stories will be sunk into

This massiveness of form

This massiveness of form

This massiveness of form

This massiveness of form

This massiveness of form