There is No Single Eden

There is no single Eden. 

Paradise has many sides. 

The die are dice, 

The rolls are many, 

The one we seek 

Is, in fact, plenty. 

A multitude in each of us. 

The grains of sand 

And motes of dust, 

Are endless deserts, 

Skins unravelling, 

Molecules of life

Colliding, trillions

Of cells outlining 

All the we’s 

We’ve singularly sought

And come to know. 

Our promised land 

An archipelago, 

Interlinked and many; let go

Of the thought

That I am I 

And it is it. 

This is these. 

That is those.

As every fractured being knows.