I lookout into a stretch of lot.
The stones lie beside one another.
Connected by the adherence of composition;
a substance of cooperation.
Unlike the lot of stability, I saw the people parked and traveling upon it:
nothing like this lot of cooperation.
Not bonded together to make one.
Not at all like its stability.
It’s interesting how the same elements we share with the stone have such instability in the adherence of our composition.
From the same universe, and yet, we lost our chance to adhere.