Her quest for one flawless example of majesty
called out over sidewalks covered with
jagged footsteps and shimmers of line noise.

But I ain't no king, I'm a warlord,
protected by crumpled chestplate of inverted awe
Spray bottle of "git right" hangin' from my belt.

Asked me if I could replenish her faith in brothers,
but found war and hope chests were bare.
Boulevards of broken dreams
lie behind facade of my button-downed battlements.

All I have to offer
is a relentless embrace of right now,
terrified resolve to walk towards fear
because I'm bigger than apprehension ...

... even if I don't know it yet.