The Photon’s Long Journey

Born from a fusion-flare, a trillion leagues away, 

A single spark of silence cuts the dark to find the day.

 Through the velvet void it tumbles, a golden, weightless spear,

 Until the jagged peaks of Solstice Canyon draw it near.

It dives beneath the canopy, where cooling shadows creep, 

To kiss a trembling emerald leaf, awakened from its sleep. 

There, the light is swallowed

a chemical surrender

Becoming  Unurban’s fuel of songs, raw and tender.

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But this rhythm isn’t new; it is ancient, deep, and vast,

 Swollen up from the bowels of earth, a shadow of the past.

 It rises through, Santa Monica sand’s grit and salty brine, 

Where the ghosts of old adventures and the ocean spray entwine.

Carries heavy harvest of  hopes and dreams of yore,

 From all who walked these canyon paths and passed the golden shore. 

It hums with every secret kept, with every silent breath, 

And those yet to be entitled in fervent musings after death.

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At the end of the long vibration, when the music starts to fade, 

We find ourselves within the light the wandering photon made. 

Rattled and exhausted on the dance floor of Life, 

we spin, 

With the salt upon our eyelids and the fire beneath our skin.

The music slows to a heartbeat, the stars begin to thin, 

And we wonder where the ending ends and where the truths begin.

 Was it a fevered dream that sparked within the giving?

 Or have we finally stumbled on a new way of living?