Disorderly [conduct] Tiles

The thing you never notice

The tiles on the floor

They run in checkered patterns

Line borders

Maintain the veneer of the clock-world

Whitish speckle, perfect level, hard concrete for your toes

Until one day, you’ve noticed someone took a special touch

Made it more inviting, de-institutioned your morning rush

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