What if in this splendid sea
If I were you and you were me?
And all about this ship, its mates,
were civil dreamers who’d advocate -
who’d take the helm and steer the waters clear
of shame and doubt and strife and fear.
They’d hoist their wings above the bait
and thrash at winds to consecrate
the notion that the sky meant well
though in its heaven was a hell –

But if adjoined, image we jumped
Perhaps we’d fly, a grand triumph!
And once entwined, again we’d be
two-spirited, alive and free.