So I walk upon the walls

It’s not that I count the tiles

from wall to wall

just twenty and a half

from hour to hour, again and again

in the grey of marble

with brown and black

and dots of white,

plain and square

and still locked from each other

no one is similar, no one is the same

I’m walking up and down

between the beginning that is the end

or later on the other way round.

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere

06/12/2014