Into Darkness
(cultural evolution.)

And Darwin said, when the World was young, Speak and you shall be spoken to.
Words mean nothing, but words touch words, quell fingers; startle hearts....
Ideas die.  And join, Behold! in pain and pleasure like that of any flesh
thoughts intermingle, DNA a-whirl.

Life finds a way.  But life, regret, is shaped by thought that's stirred
by other thought. ("Nature, is efficiency.. it might not always be pretty, b..")
That hasn't ended, yet; it self-perpetuates, chaos guided to new paradigm
Yes, changes form - cambrian, pre-cambrian... all above and ocean to the land.

Words shaped from fire, letters, accidents grow bold with language-nature
We reinvent ourselves and go one better.  Records guide our thought and 
genes in interplay, so well intoxicating in its gem...a pure (but is it sensual?) 
delight that can't be stilled until we fade; dust in galactic spin.

Into light and darkness once again.
			-- E(lipse