Lines On A Page

Lines on a page
swirling, mating one with another
twisting round and round
up and down
side to side
endlessly
It is hard to tell
where they begin and where they end
or even if there is a beginning
or an ending
they simply 'are'
They seem so meaningless
Lying there
in their mute aloneness
waiting to be ensconced
with all the other lines
on all the other pages
in all the other compartments
where they gather dust
and slip forever into obscurity
unread
unlamented
nothing more than
lines on a page