I suppose this is how evolution feels

When you pay attention to it from

walking with a hunch or a tail or in spite of tunnel vision

near sight, near blind

Sigh into the snap of straightening vertebrae

Comment into the clan about your new ease and speed

Special, until it was common

Un

Remark

Able

Everyone eventually expecting a distant vision. In

color. Day and night.

With both eyes

How easy

How soon

How we forget

the ache of evolving

of the existence between elevation and elimination

The weight of judgement

Shapes curve into postures

against an alignment of strangers and stars