Not The Number Of Pages. Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Not the number of pages.
With few, few pages in my hand I paced Mtahleb.
A mathematical equation vexing me
Hurtling through the chambers of my labyrinth
The more out you attempt to go the more complicated
You row inside the labyrinth; it grapples you;
Does not leave you; it hates you too much;
It loves you too much on the level plain
Of old Mtahleb two boulders on the sea cliff as pillows
I suddenly feel a sensuous twitching; solved the equation.