Bored

Lines of squares dissected by lines,

Imperfect circles try to meet in the middle.

Divided in half and half again,

A kaleidoscope in black and white

Tying knots in the straightness.

Never ending patterns just above the foundations,

Where shards of the outside spill over the threshold.

Lights flicker and the shadows change again:

A moment snaps, the squares form new lines.