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