That hazy some call it crazy space I lie in err-lie in the mawrnin
We call it great but don't we usually act like we respect great things?
Takes me over for a third of my life and yours and when we
"Wake up" if we don't pay attention we unheedingly stamp it down
With thought sledgehammers yammering first thing. Well today
Wouldnja know I decided to just let my spike-heeled "awareness"
Lie back with its arms folded behind its head takin' a few breaths
Watching what happened, waiting to see what this part of me be

I don't mean I just went drifting back to sea; I hung out and left the
Thoughts muttering to themselves outside my still closed gate.
So, a whatif swam up, poked its subgreen head out of the water
And said "'we could just let the two worlds sit side by side,
Shoulder to shoulder, all day if we wanted to try; if we started merging
Then it could be like an Intentional Exchange Program, where
you and I could go see how the other half live, in their world."
So I left my flipper fins on my feet and decided to learn
How to breathe and see underwater
For surely there are great treasures and wonders to behold
Things new and old; meanwhile on the other side of the metaphor
It could be like attaching a gifted 888 terabyte hard drive to an
Obsolescent 4 gig clunker whose owner simply cannot clear any more room.

If I were a woman and I were entertaining a woman friend
It could be like inviting her to stay when my husband came home
When she had already started to put on her boots and coat
At the sound of his motor in the driveway, Ibettergo touches on my arm.
Maybe he would listen to her conversation and learn from her
Instead of simply growling "what's for dinner" and "we better get
going on that Very Important Thing we have to do really really soon,
HiAgnesnicetoseeyou", razor eyes cutting the atmosphere to ribbons

So no more unknowingly banishing subcon to make way for con and if I
can really do this then "all one mind" can start to be a true statement,
Intentionally linking that lost ninety percent of brainpower to the arrogant
Top ten percent who is afraid of simply being a few droplets in the ocean.