The Square

The Square

The dark lines lead the way, to carry the eye and our path follows,

each one carefully laid, accurately measured, one on top of the other.

Blocks and squares, clean edges, reflecting light in shades of sapping greys.

Signs of life hiding within, behind clean facades of achievement.

Access to the world is denied, we live in the reflections,

where the clouds bring life, and the outside is an illusion,

excluded by the geometry of rectangles and the square.

Ciaran Burke