From above, the lines on the wall

slice neatly through each brick

then silently fall to the floor

to shatter

into a thousand tiny squares.

Your life, as I look for easy answers,

has no such lines.

Here one starts, bends,

then abruptly ends

only to begin again and burst

into a living maze,

whose patterns move and change.

So I shake my mind from sterile walls

and search for you within the flowing lines.