Evolution

[tectak]

Evolution straights the line that sight scribes curved upon the eye;
though sinister becomes the right we see horizons level drawn.
Far suns from history illume us, a trillion miles away they lie,
then caught in orbs of human humour; a photon dies, a star is born.

Evolution drops the pin that breaks the silence, turns the ear;
an infant's cry, a thundered spark or sweetest music in a sine.
Tall trees fall in silent places, distant yet by theory near.
Chaos flutters, strikes the anvil; stirrups stir, old bells chime.

Evolution scents the streets but dogs no longer wolf the air;
atavistic traits fade, choking. Stench of man convolves the flow.
Winds that once could keep no secrets, telling tales of what and where,
swirl curled in concrete conurbations; stagnant, waiting. Where to blow?

Evolution grows the man to morph and model each new trait ;
anthropomorphic genes hang from us, pinned like medals to our chest.
Pride, at once sin and salvation, guides us from our godless fate;
sweet paradox of pointless progress will one day stall and fall to rest.

From "A long time coming" first written in 2000.
tectak

I promise to return but for now, just a drive-by.
I know I read you use "wolfs the air" before - I liked it then and I like it now.
There are some metric stumbles as well as some /very/ awkward promotions. For what i mean, sing this to the tune of Modern Major General. Like i said, i will return later.
I didn't care for your use of "straights" as a verb being that "straightens" exists, it reads incorrect rather than inventive.
It contains a bit of inversion (sinister becomes the light) but it is almost a trademark now.

There was some nice cleverness to it. like i said, i will return.

I will wait. Sinister/ right not light. Thanks thus far.
Best,
tectak