The Power of Thought

These modern times...
I lay awake in my big bed
Machines whirring away in the next room
My thoughts of the poetry of you
A woman I don't know, but have seen a miriade of pictures of
I know what music you listened to at 4:45pm today
What you plan to do Thursday night
(not because I mean harm, I only thirst for knowledge of you)
But not that you are lying awake, unable to sleep
Was it my thoughts, that influenced you
Pushed you to long for that which hurts you, to know loneliness?
Makes me think that the soldiers and citizens in Iraq too feel my care
That there is some great work, or ouvre even, inside me
That there in Bangkok, or Detroit, or next door is a guitar playing-
A song I haven't heard but know would bring me joy

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