Lyrics Archivist - Ascension

The faintest transcendence
shudders infinitesimal
the weightless consequence
in T minus five

debris ignites upon
quantum insurgence
the incendiary elegance
of my brilliant white light

the buffeted plumage
combustion enwraps me
and I quake as I stand
and hold myself close

the closeness surrounds
cocooned in my comfort
our bidding is done
set free of this land

all is lost
yet I Iive!
whats left of the flotsam
of what might have been

I am lifted aloft
on heated ablutions
the molten effulgence
of a world we once owned

our once beautiful manna
blisters, erodes and hark!
the bold introduction
an unwilling demise

so sour is the silence
of my closeted fate
the light breaks in patterns
with fingers I trace

I strain to make out
the striation of fractures
the tide now a violence
as the Earth falls away