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