there were only few chimps,
who leveljumped to sapiens, perhaps,
propagation was the dire need,
the only religiosity,
of man, of God.
that is the time past,
very distant past,
all lived verypurpsefully,
earth in a virtual mode,
can rotate that rotation?
creating that time-type.
when nothing else matters,
but propagation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem