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