Fill For the Glacial Till

In the time, time sets to make you all you wouldn't believe if i made clear the extreme (arche)types
I know the time it takes to, in the winter, relieve new soil from sand
It's the worst life, but the natives stare, awe, and ape at heuristics over frozen lands
Where somnambulists have evolved to feign lucid decisions dеvoid of grace or clear conviction

Could you talk, could you know, in dead-likе sentences?
Your corn snowed schemes might convince you that you're making progress
But you should know, its old snow that keeps like a desert meant to open forest next July
You'll bet it's a farce; you'll bet it's wholly wrought with vain ambition
But could you grok, could you flow, through dead-like witness?
When you're just a shy sight of being unmade from dealing with an over-hyped plight

Still I reveal it best through you
And all through this glacial tide I’ll be your cryogenic glue
And through the glacial rise, we'll meditate half-truths with presbyopic eyes
We’ll see the sun and you through

Sooner or later things will reform
No matter how you spin it, the centrifuge of vicissitude purges blights
And the saddest songs you knew couldn't begin to suffice
…to explain how this all ends