The ascendence

 I will tell you a story about ascendance
its a beautiful thing 
We run toward the bright lights of sucess
just to stop and wince

Making sure it is infact success
and not some will o wisp
swamp like failure behind it
that we could be without

Tell you about the neon japanese utopia
A sight I saw of the future when I was a meager child
Divine opulance over a city graced with hyper commerce
a place for every experience every product

A model for every megalopolis
where a trillion souls exhange noise light and currency
to give them a tiny sip of the liquid opiate
of self discovery

Let me tell you about the incredible ladder
Every rung a transition
an adopted personality that clings adapts
and never peels off later

Simple beings we are
chasing the next level even after a million falls
infinite attempts mouthfulls of it
sanding back the flab

Settling us into the rocket with a trajectory 
toward the shiniest star