Lyrics
I shaped my silence out of clay
Pressed my pulse into the grey
Every fracture every line
Was a fault that once was mine
Porcelain beneath my skin
Iron dust I’m breathing in
Hands remember what I hide
Fire waits for what survives
You can break a fragile thing
But flame decides what it will bring
I am not ashes in the wind
I am the kiln I am the skin
Slowly rising through the flame
Nothing leaves me quite the same
I don’t burn to disappear
I burn to make my surface clear
Mountain dust and cobalt sky
Glass that learns to liquefy
Measure loss in shrinking lines
Trace the curve of ancient signs
White like marble soft and veiled
Grey like cities that prevailed
Red that carries buried stone
Blue that feels like ocean bone
Heat me slow don’t let me break
Every scar a shape I make
I am not borders not a name
Not a shadow seeking fame
I am matter turned aware
Light suspended in the air
I don’t burn to disappear
I burn to make the silence clear
Cool me down
Let me breathe
Crack the edge
Let it leave
What survives the fire’s art
Is the architecture of the heart
I am not ashes in the wind
I am the kiln beneath my skin
From the fracture I ascend
What the fire shapes will mend
In the furnace I begin
Kiln heart under porcelain skin
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