Meticulously Mundane

When does the time come when two corners meet and two become one and the whole becomes half? Between the mischief of wonder, the animosity of reality, and mingle with a dash of purpose. Lines of squares and cross points of hard wooden planks, describing every minute detail of their meticulously mundane lives. At least things are not the same anymore; what can be said for that? Like Lucky Charms swimming in a sea of yummy milk, or the small flakes dancing in a small glass globe. Who knows what purpose they hold other than the obvious— look beyond the pattern into the fiber, to the basis of the rhythm.