Photon, get a move on.
a million years or more
pushing through the crowds,
from the core;
not sure I can wait eight minutes more
for you to speed through space
and hit my eye.
Penetrate me, little one,
see right through me,
screen your favourite movies
in my skull,
light my way from east to west.
My usherette.
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