Now Paragonia, like Utopia,
Is nowhere to be found, but just supposed:
A model of a new America
Or world, when former options have been closed.
Since we’ve now seen the folly of our ways
Of reckless wastefulness and disrespect
For nature’s providence these waning days,
We need to act before our world is wrecked.
A turnabout of consciousness must come
Before we can envision what might be
In depths of wisdom that we need to plumb
To fabricate a new reality.
Supposing Paragonia will provide
A stone to sharpen visions to be tried.