A poem of space

 

A movement in time

Creates a stroke

A line or a hue

Complete or broke

Segments merge

Over and above

Beside and near

Well within with love

A plane they form

That exists in vast

Beginning to cover

Beginning to last

Planes then collide

Making the shapes bend

A span starts to emerge

Where meanings blend

An expanse now stands still

Calling itself "a space"

It attracts other forms

That breathe and move with grace.

These humans then assign 

A word for this being

And call it a "place"

A sense, then freeing

From then on with time 

This landmark starts to be

With the changing world

The future it will see