Doing The Math

When I was eight
I knew that Paradise could not be humane only
and yet be justly and omnipotently divine,
when a Great Horned Owl
breathed her last sacred breath toward me,
left alone
while she flew away
to where I would follow
in my adult time.

It took me eight cycles of octave eight
to realize why
Paradise must include nests for fowl
and seas for fish
and surf’s bilateral co-gravity.

Because a monocultural Paradise
would be oxymoronic,
economically and nutritionally ridiculous,
not ecologically sustainable,
because not multiculturally
and polypathically healthy intelligence
of regenerative ecopolitical design.

Everybody knows that Heaven
begins and ends in an organically holistic Earth Garden,
with zero-balanced waste stream,


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