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

Thirty Percent

A fence may draw the eye, asking, will you act as friend?

What when we keep the Others out, what will that make us then?

Can’t we, won’t we alter fate of each whole soul, alike;

A fence with strong and welcome gate, a fence not stained by white.