Losing my hair again...

Losing my hair again...
Amber waves of grain,
Lyrics to a song,
Butchered as a child,
A lesson in patriotism,
Pushed upon me,
Then purged,
To make way,
For the real thing,
Fingers reaping through,
The atlas of my face,
The demography of my scalp,
A sunlit honey return,
As fine as thistle down,
Silk grass seed,
Caught,
By my child hands,
Between baleen flanks,
Of small red fingers,
Slaking their thirst,
As I ran through fields,
Full of the stuff,
Of wind tossed,
Flaxen rag doll stocks,
Shucked away,
In vortices of sea salt breath,
Siring another revolution,
Releasing,
Watching the spider thread,
Dancing in vortex,
Blows along with Zephyr,
Sees it's chrome reflection,
Against the caress,
Of the front bumper,
Through the kindred,
Rumpus as ecstatic,
As cheerleader pom-poms,
Corn silk fingers,
Of yellow life,
Mingles with purpose,
Caught among the living,
Lost along the way.