Evolution 

It began as a song

Hid itself within

Like locomotion

Melodies replaced

Rhythms and blood

Began to course

And scheme and echo

Twinning rhythms

And doppelganger

 

Flesh is so slow to grow

It moves and alters

Like words upon a text

Widening and narrowing

Without mean

And then within

 

Songs begin and end

Their scope

An eventful mode

Of decreasing fugues

But the muse cannot impede

What is to stir

Or stir what impedes

We move sloth slow

Singular and extended

Until we move again

A piece a time