Alex, what will you think
When in the morning you awake
To find the square milage
Of your bed cut in half
To a familiar figure
Who still dwells in sleep
Who still smiles complete
As you you recall her origin
Will you smile gently and calm
With a sense of a level
Higher than you could imagine
Without the breach of the bodest
A greater sense of knowing
Unity of body
Of spirits
Or will you revile
And cringe silently
Laughing to yourself
Of misendeavors led so blindly
By poison of mind
Rather than think
Of the perfect words to wake with
Will you imagine slander
To explain to your friends
Alex, what will you think?