Space

O concrete slab with two lines
Do you realize you hold within your parameters my mood?

O three-sided rectangle,
You are always open but never available.

O first in line of identical siblings,
Why send me to one of your farthest relations?

Why make me wait in my need of haste
To watch you spit forth one you have taken?

O concrete slab, you hold that which you should not,
And could I steal it from you I would go about my merry way, happy,
Whether I have received your favor or not.