All Of One Is The Other

I, me, you, themselves and all of us Chemicals, electricity and thrusts Quiet night, hoping the dream Blends with conveyor belt life Will the thoughts we've made Column into grace Collections of the fragments we have caught Blink your screeny stare from the issue Questioning for truth makes sick Do as much as want can allow them Touch the glare that fakes times tick It's in your thinking of filled rooms And the geometry of groups In this world of countless worlds with These shapes that please and toil around --- All of One Is the Other - The Most Serene Republic