Ravelings, Unravelings Poem by warner treuter

It's happening already.
Don't you feel it?
The subtle changes
In the evolutionary body
Of the human race?
Or is it just
The direction
Imagination takes
To accord with
Growth's complexities?

To protect ourselves
We must always be capable
Of deviousness.
Yet, the love we need
Would always join in accord
With honesty.
So we find ourselves
Plastic men and women
Stretching into telepathy.
Coiling and uncoiling
Our future.