Photons rebuild the world, leaping out of windows 
Moving in our direction with startling humility and alacrity..   
 
Here I am as genealogies of specialists file off.  
Rebuilding requires verbs tied to esthetics that numb.   
 
I’m the underdog here, emotionally maligned, an amalgam channel  
-ing of normality, sleep, hope, nimbus-wet telepathy that bear repeating.  
Photons. Can we turn to steel?