Space

 An endless circle

A flattened line

In dimensional measure

There will never be too much

And yet there is never enough

Space.

Velocity

Away
                        Further         and                                 farther
                Where the only constant is ever-greater speed
                        And acknowledging or even noticing
                Is madness:                         A break of focus.
                    And everything swept by without a glance
                Corrodes into stasis
                                                With its time-blemished stare.

Walls

        The sturdy walls of society
Are built with lies
                    Baked into bricks, sized by decree or committee
            When falsities no longer fit one another, the walls crumble
                                And the hideous unbound truth is free to uncoil
                                                                                                Across the barren land.