From above, the lines on the wall
slice neatly through each brick
then silently fall to the floor
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.