Track Insight / Lyrics
I am Acer pressed in cellulose deep sleep
My stomata clogged with soot and frozen rain
No light triggers germination in this keep
Just cold counting days of endless strain
Abscisic acid holds my radicle in check
Gibberellin waits for warmth to break the deck
Chilling requirement met by January's knife
After-ripening cuts through the death of life
Cold stratify, the alley writes my verse
Ink fades to lignin, tannin, reversed
Cobblestones my substrate, frost my chilling hour
I wait for spring to wake my dormant power
Cold stratify, the season's stern decree
Dormancy breaks when light returns to me
Footsteps press me deeper into mortar seams
Pigeon guano dots my fading address
No herbivory, just tires rolling dreams
Salt burns my margins, alkaline excess
Abscisic acid holds my radicle in check
Gibberellin waits for warmth to break the deck
Chilling requirement met by January's knife
After-ripening cuts through the death of life
Cold stratify, the alley writes my verse
Ink fades to lignin, tannin, reversed
Cobblestones my substrate, frost my chilling hour
I wait for spring to wake my dormant power
Cold stratify, the season's stern decree
Dormancy breaks when light returns to me
Ivy tendrils probe my edges for purchase
Moss colonizes where the stamp once clung
Root tips explore this harsh paper enclosure
No cotyledons push through fiber lung
No pollinator visits, no wind dispersal here
Just shadows stretching long on frozen stone
But in my xylem, sap begins to steer
A silent push toward April's unknown
Cold stratify, the alley writes my verse
Ink fades to lignin, tannin, reversed
Cobblestones my substrate, frost my chilling hour
I wait for spring to wake my dormant power
Cold stratify, the season's stern decree
Dormancy breaks when light returns to me
Come equinox, my ink may fluoresce anew
Anthocyanin blush beneath the grime
The address reads again, the message true
A seedling splits the asphalt, keeping time
Cold stratify, the alley writes my verse
Ink fades to lignin, tannin, reversed
Cobblestones my substrate, frost my chilling hour
I wait for spring to wake my dormant power
Cold stratify, the season's stern decree
Dormancy breaks when light returns to me
Cold stratify, the alley keeps its word
Spring reads the postcard that the winter blurred
