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 transitives tied to esthetics that numb.   
 
I’m the underdog here, emotionally maligned, an amalgam “I” and “am” channel  
-ing of normality, sleep, hope that bear repeating.  
Photons. Can we turn to steel?