Frost on the collarbone. A thousand winters waiting in the marrow. Beneath the permafrost, a dormant pulse Counting the centuries in absolute zero. No sunlight reaches this cathedral of ice, Just the slow grind of tectonic plates, shifting. Then... a hairline fracture in the dark. A single photon bleeding through the fault line. The sap remembers how to climb. Avalanche of light! Shatter the glaciers holding back the green! I am pushing through the bedrock, Xylem tearing through the snow! Breathe the atmosphere! Every shed skin becomes fertile soil, I trade my silence for the howling wind. Roots gripping the edge of the world, Anchored in the memory of the cold. ... Watch the canopy eclipse the sun! Emerald veins! Oxygen lungs! I am not just waking up— I am rewriting the horizon! Avalanche of light! Shatter the glaciers holding back the green! I am pushing through the bedrock, Xylem tearing through the snow! Breathe the atmosphere! The ice is gone. Just the leaves... Breathing out.
