It's in the nature of evolution
To trade beforeishness for afterhood
A whispering nostalgia projected out,
Along a thin imaginary axis
Fortified with the supple structure
Of mirrors and glinting glass
It's in the nature of evolution
To speak your native language
Softly, with proper inflection
Compressing the gesture of effect
With the pathos of cause
From a spot deep in the voice
Its' nature, articulations in a crude pidgin
Expressions mouthed by house builders,
Gesturing masons
Bricked path to the pacifry
Ditch, drain, cultivation pit
Prior, prior, now
Home to petite pacifiers
A cenotaph, a pacific ocean
Tucked well under floor boards
Accumulating iterations of afterallishness
Each a swelling gift