We are designed for evolution hope is a thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings a tune without the words and never stops at all. Emily Dickinson*we are designed for evolutionsquaring the circle philosophicallysquaring the circle metaphoricallyeverything that has ever happened and will happen is happening nowI am a bird poem written in free verse on inky cloudsatomic mushrooms; 1 atom in our body is from every breath that every human as ever taken.