This little thing called Evelution

A thought makes a word,
a word makes a sound
a sound into a scream
a scream into a shout.

The ways of evelution fall orderly,
perfect conduct,
it knows exactly what to say.

Can dust form a man?
A man a miracle?
Its a form of evelution
the thirts to know is irrelinquishable.

Can a human be devine,
can we really concider the world "mine?"

Is it possible to be purley sattified?
Or just crumble and reliquify?
Its all part of this little thing
called evelution.