Maze Drawing Problem Set
Mirrors on the ceiling
Dancescores on the floor
This room is made of glass
I can hear it all
I just need to make the maze out
Or to make out with the maze
Had I listened
When you offered me that charm
The threads are like the ocean
They come in waves
Lingering to linger on
Not knowing where to begin
Where to vanish
I just need a reason
Another reason
To commit treason
On a Tuesday afternoon
There's no more Remington
There's no more disintegrating Lipton
Tea bags in a mini water jar
Where is the substance
When there's nobody around
There's you, and only you
And we will make this tender last
By Aran Meredith
October 2025

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