

The salt settles quiet in the seams
Unspoken
stone against the marrow
We carve
arches out of fractured slate
And cradle the weight we never borrow (carry through)
Beneath the tongue
the granite bleeds
No verdict waits at the gate (clench the jaw,
hold the line)
Bite the iron through shattered teeth The burden moves because we breathe
No
horizon to crown the crawl
Only the leaning of the wall
The timber
remembers every bend
Nothing is measured by the fallen leaf
We step
forward on fractured roots
Finding no comfort, no relief
No
judgment comes from above
(no release) Just the friction of skin
and dust
Drag the anchor across the frost!
Bite the iron through shattered teeth
The burden moves because we breathe
No horizon to crown the crawl
Only the leaning of the wall
(keep the stride) (hummmm)