From the explosion to the iron split

From the explosion to the iron split, from the crevice to the road, from the quake to the fire, to the turning, to the river, that heart of sky-water, heart of gold stayed still and each vein of jasper or sulfur was a rush, was a wing, was a drop of fire or of dew.

Does the rock live without moving or growing?

Does the marine agate really have lips?

I will not answer because I cannot: so it was, the churning genesis of glowing and growing stones that live on, ever since, in the cold.