Dave Bonta's "Subconscious" reads like a single sentence broken into fragments, and it feels as if it surfaces from half-sleep. It starts with a plan: an underworld, the hidden part of the mind, is to be overthrown. What replaces it is odd and playful, a "commonwealth of make-believe," a shared realm built from imagination rather than from hard fact.
Then the image turns strange. A conjurer, a magician who summons things, is also a jailer, and he appears in a looking-glass. That suggests the mind's creative power can also hold us captive, and that we may be looking at ourselves without quite recognizing it. The speaker's feelings seem mixed. There is a wish for change and a pull toward fantasy, but also an uneasy sense of being watched or confined.
The closing lines mention "our blue nightlife / at one with sleep." The mood is dreamy, cool, and slightly eerie. Night life and sleep merge, so it is hard to say where waking ends and dreaming begins.