Of Arc

Expletives why
In ode, you broken thing

Like a Lego on my footpath
In the midnight of my life

You the sword of Damocles
To my unsubmissive heart

Did you plan to steal my shoes!
Had you thought I’d have no clothes?

Away, most ruinous
I’ve long kept you at bay


Look with me if you will
You diamonds 
For possibilities 
As the finest ideals find fruition 

Courageously bid if you dare 
You rocks
That pressures
Draw near and be proved unclothed