Decorated with squares as white as the walls,
And each square with a line or two,
What does it mean?
Who cares?
Certaintly not me.
When told of the movement that each picture holds,
You can see it,
Even feel the beat of the line and the turn of the page.
On viewing again with a guide to assist,
You can see the breaks in the grids,
even the multiple lines that cover each other.
Patterns appear within patterns,
Whilst stories and images appear in the mind.
A stark room,
Decorated with squares as white as the walls,
And each square with a line or two,
What does it mean?
Who cares?
Well... I do.