Photons rebuild the world, leaping out of windows 
Moving in our direction with startling humility and alacrity..  

Here I am as genealogies of sophists file off.  

Rebuilding our democracy requires transitive honor tied to esthetics that are numbing.   

I’m the underdog here, emotionally maligned, an amalgam “I” and “am”..
My own revels and composites meet me halfway in assault value.
Is this a document or did I make it up? 

And it’s not clear you and I will answer questions that require specific,
distinctive thought like that I think of a welding head, until my spinal column
heats up, thinking of you.