eVerybody

All a part and in pieces nothing is together all is one
How is this that we see all small secrets that make us think see all
No one is all together for only are all of us in entirety

We are blind to and context and believe it all to be far away
 you take over the creation of the very body you inhabit

Parallel to the dry streets it most likely isnt raining just beyond your logic

A different kind of geometry created by our very geology layering this existence

A natural phenomenon marked by gradual changes that lead toward a particular result

Jets fly at every magnitude of this universe
Design golden and repeated
Where I am from they have this stone called blue stone

The reason for some names no one really knows
Questions for most remain of purpose for me just the names I sometime doubt
We speak many languages and each takes their advantage of a time and a place and a geology

How many natural disasters could end this sentence
 we haven't the imagination to count

Do you know what they called one hundred year floods before they had such names? 
This can be understood as so much more of the past will be you see much like this future we race to
There are more answers in the past

They called them dragon
I see a small village of people looking for their neighbors
They can find nothing of them just sign of a great trumolt
In one of every thousand I am certain as this bones from the valley exposed

There was no answer and no one to give answer and the darkness settled in and they only had each other and the stars
These indifferent stars that saw we burn with the same materials

This has to be exceptional
The blue stone was far from this found all around
You see has this one flaw left exposed to the elements would rust
Layered at the bottom of the sea for the best sidewalks in the world

Planets rust why not stone blue stone the one most around
There was a stone called blue back at their home mostly around across an ocean opened up
So they called it the same one all around such a good name
Nothing of a story to that, but only one I know

Of my rusty Euclid Blue Stone most have little use
Only because we are many