Staring at the black depressing screen
I treat it like a canvas
The screen is slave to my command
I make sense of the lines that are senseless
I shape, mould, and make dreams come true
With my vision, my perspective
My eyes hypnotized by the possibilities
I play with colours
I play with the curves
I create places out of spaces
And vice versa
The sun’s glare cannot stop me
Predicting and making things just with the ambience of a place
I begin and end where you can’t comprehend
Shade and light, rough and smooth,
Solid and void, natural and artificial
Open, semi-open to close
Symmetry and hierarchy
I can make them work in harmony
All integrate into an arc
An arc that can bend but can never break
I am the key to investigation
In the context of the location
Digging in earth, erecting the modern day phenomena
Pioneers of my art left a legacy behind for us to see
They mimicked the tree and created roofs
The frozen music creating an ever-lasting rhythm
Now, we are the tech in technology
We rule and dominate the structure and texture
But also,
I need no words to communicate
I make I break, I recreate from craft
Scribbling is my language
Art is our route to enlightenment
Our rules are that of scale and measurement
I am an arc-key-tech
Architect!
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