Photons rebuild the world, leaping out of windows  
Moving in our direction with startling humility and alacrity..  
 
Here I am as genealogies of photon futures file off.  
Rebuilding one future there’s a verb tied to esthetics that numb.   
 
I’m the underdog here, emotionally maligned as an amalgam channel  
-ing of normal volatility, sleep, hope, and telekinesis that submit to questioning.  
Photons?  
Can we turn to steel?