Twenty-eight would change the social contract,
Writing in provisions for the Earth.
Even as one cedes one's sovereignty,
Needing to be governed to be free
To live unharmed, each soul of equal worth,
Yet now we must include the spiritual Outback.
Early on we knew what we forgot:
Individuals are parts, not wholes,
Granted a communal mystery
Here within a universe of souls
That equally includes each wren, each rock.