The place for a puzzle is at the heart of a maze.
At the source of a fountain through its vapoury haze.
This puzzle is a thing that may question your place.
Like untying a knot or like tying your lace.
Approximations made with certain omissions unknown,
The place for a puzzle is where the mind has grown.
This puzzle is a thing that only takes your time,
Now the poem and the poet shouldn’t force the rhyme.
Answers sought after with no questions in order,
The place for a puzzle is at the heart of disorder.
This puzzle is the thing for which all bells toll,
The place for a puzzle is right next to your soul.