A Brief History of the Human Race - a poem

If we took a trip across timelines,
those long-winded straight-a-ways
that delve and turn about and introduce
us to people of all persuasions at the epoch
of civilization, or to the detriment of technological
advances, or advances of technological
innovations, we might determine a frosty
sort of chrysalis where mankind, determined
to survive it, had to adapt in a sort of evolutionary
trajectory, parting with the slingshot and picking
up a revolver pistol in hopes to out maneuver in murder
the fellow on other side of border lines. Property
separated by imaginary lines that run parallel and perpendicular
to the accumulation of ideology, but within confines
of map fortresses it is shown, on timeline, on 24-hour
news cycles, that mankind tends to branch out within its own confines,
seeking exit, like a natural occurrence, seeking to break out
like a baby breaching birth canal, and erupting into world,
and perhaps a bit more messy than those
natural inclinations of human body.

But, if our caravan departs off timeline we meet
the ends of space that baffles many, but people of faith
have an idea of being, of all-seeing, all-knowing,
others do not, they rely upon the good-nature of most
of human beings, for despite worst tendencies of sensationalism,
humanity is good-natured, and others say earth herself,
as though goddess of sand and clay, is fixing to take
care of herself, and we are minor coffee stains on her parchment,
a paper play, written out in frantic words about hurricanes,
and tsunamis, and mad-cap ways that man, woman and child
have contributed to turning up the thermostat, and the father
who demands knowing who did it, who orchestrated
messes.

If we go back though, to today, we take all of our dreams,
and all of our aspirations, and we deposit them here upon this earth,
in this garden, and we hope they sprout seedlings
that may populate further, a timeline, sprung up with factoids,
tidbits, and quotes of all we have accumulated for today,
for who knows what insignificant things we might do,
that may grow forth into significance and warrant a place

in our history books.