Glowing

In the end, I'm feeling more and more
There won't be any end
No ice walls, no frozen firmament to clearly define
The corners and lines of our divine invention
So paper-thin you see right through it
But I bet when you can't find an edge
By a map half-written
It could feel like the end to have to keep going

The inkwells of prophecy and cartography
Dried up long ago
They're hoarse from speaking of our studied hesitation
To shoulder the weight of our bad-bеhaving
'Cause when Atlas shrugs, whose back is breaking?
And I know how it feels to thе hands
Heavy as the heavens
A weight that could fold you to keep holding

Well, you'll stand like you stood as a babe
Talking at the house plants
On your own, honest and truly
You'll rise like land
Pulled up at the sound of some strange commandment
A moon of light reflecting fully
And I guess it would feel like rebirth
Out of some kind of dying to see yourself so glowing