Compacted earth from the crossing epochs now dictates that every residual excitation in the cooled expanse must respect the axes first scored when the heavens realigned above the melting ice.
“Which layers of pressed earth question the count of thaws after stars exchanged their places in the turning dark?”
“Stone veins hold the echo of sky fire when the raven rose to lead the dark and meltwater sought channels unknown to later eyes.”
“Flint shards in the high passes echo the last crossing of tusk herds as lights above traded places and fresh streams cut through the thawing slopes.”
“In the silent heart of the chasm the drip of water still follows [...the bone knows...] the rhythm set when stars shifted their places and snows no longer lingered through the summers.”