ENDURING PHOTONS

I am enduring and made from the ancestors of photons
I wonder if this vibrating will stop
I hear the white whispers of insight snaking into neurons
I see the top of my head with a turban of prism
I want to go on a magic carpet ride I am enduring and made from the ancestors of photons

I pretend that I can realize the roots that grew me
I feel utterly cluttered in the feeling of achiness
I touch the fiery stars that once called me child
I worry that ill figure out how to fly without the training wheels
I cry when you cry
I am enduring and made from the ancestors of photons

I understand that I need to be earthly bound
I say that the heavens glow like lava silver flames in a distant yet captivating fire
I dream I dream of home
I try to keep my rhythm close to the beat if the planet I hope that
I will find a balance I am enduring and made of the ancestors of photons
5/12/13