[00:17.700]I. Stratigraphy
[00:18.060]You were a cartographer of my surface faults and seams
[00:26.880]You traced the riverbeds of all my might- have- beens
[00:35.100]You loved the weather of my face, the topsoil soft and deep
[00:44.010]But the archaeology of my silence, you were too faint to keep
[00:49.470]II. The Un- naming
[01:11.730]You called me" Avalanche" for the wayI'd sometimes yield
[01:20.520]You named me" Cavern," for the secrets I concealed
[01:28.830]A taxonomy of terrains you believed you could possess
[01:37.680]Defining me by borders of your own wilderness
[01:47.220]But I am not the landmark on your map of need
[01:56.040]I am the ley line breathing underneath the fallen seed
[02:04.980]I am the schism and the suture, the pressure and the ore
[02:09.660]A telluric force you cannot bargain with anymore
[02:13.770]III. Orogeny
[02:14.070]And then... the convergence
[02:34.050]Not of bodies, but of plates
[02:36.480]A continental will, that patiently awaits
[02:40.800]The grinding was not grief, but a genesis of form—
[02:45.150]A range of sharpened joys, built in the calm after the storm
[02:52.680]I am not the tremor that you flee
[02:55.050]I am the mountain that remains
[02:56.400]Forged in the vacuum of your diminishing rains
[03:09.510]My peaks are not for your conquest
[03:12.090]They are for the clouds to tear
[03:14.340]To weave a different atmosphere
[03:16.860]From the thinning, honest air
[03:19.500]IV. Telluric
[03:19.770]And what grows in this high, thin silence
[03:49.710]Is a flora without name
[03:53.940]Fed by a sun I kindle from my own perpetual flame
[04:03.840]The roots are in the granite, a direct and private line
[04:07.890]To a center of gravity, perfectly and only mine
[04:16.440]Let your world have its gardens
[04:19.260]Its cultivated, tame delights
[04:25.830]I am the vast and untranslatable
[04:27.960]The billion- year- old nights
[04:34.350]The love I am, it does not rhyme
[04:37.200]It does not seek to please
[04:39.150]It is the slow unfolding of a billion galaxies
[04:48.240]I am the record keeper
[04:50.490]And the land
[04:51.750]And the decree
[04:57.270]The source
[04:58.350]And the delta
[05:04.890]And the unsalted sea
[05:41.460]Coda: Isostasy
[05:41.820]In equilibrium...
[05:55.830]Finally...
[05:56.010]Telluric.

I. Stratigraphy
You were a cartographer of my surface faults and seams
You traced the riverbeds of all my might- have- beens
You loved the weather of my face, the topsoil soft and deep
But the archaeology of my silence, you were too faint to keep
II. The Un- naming
You called me" Avalanche" for the wayI'd sometimes yield
You named me" Cavern," for the secrets I concealed
A taxonomy of terrains you believed you could possess
Defining me by borders of your own wilderness
But I am not the landmark on your map of need
I am the ley line breathing underneath the fallen seed
I am the schism and the suture, the pressure and the ore
A telluric force you cannot bargain with anymore
III. Orogeny
And then... the convergence
Not of bodies, but of plates
A continental will, that patiently awaits
The grinding was not grief, but a genesis of form—
A range of sharpened joys, built in the calm after the storm
I am not the tremor that you flee
I am the mountain that remains
Forged in the vacuum of your diminishing rains
My peaks are not for your conquest
They are for the clouds to tear
To weave a different atmosphere
From the thinning, honest air
IV. Telluric
And what grows in this high, thin silence
Is a flora without name
Fed by a sun I kindle from my own perpetual flame
The roots are in the granite, a direct and private line
To a center of gravity, perfectly and only mine
Let your world have its gardens
Its cultivated, tame delights
I am the vast and untranslatable
The billion- year- old nights
The love I am, it does not rhyme
It does not seek to please
It is the slow unfolding of a billion galaxies
I am the record keeper
And the land
And the decree
The source
And the delta
And the unsalted sea
Coda: Isostasy
In equilibrium...
Finally...
Telluric.