He liked the consistency, the steady logical

way out, each route told him exactly what he needed to

do, to go from here to there

and it was beginning to calm his anxious mind,

the unreal slowly became real

as he began to find his balance

of how things actually worked,

the madness, the swirling clouds

evaporated under the heavy thud

of rationality, move one piece, another

and it all seemed clear cut until

the blocks began to twist and turn,

change shapes and forms and

he found himself unable to comprehend

the various forms that just appeared

and it was already late in the evening

when he found that he had understood not

the bricks and layers,

only what his eyes told him.