Waking in the Middle of the Night

[DonSchaeffer]

I know them from a distance.
But they are so familiar I would
even call them intimate. They
belong to me just as they
belong to you. And I can't
possess all the ones that I
didn't own before. Almost all
I will never touch. They are
shared but at such distance.
Created by chance that cold
mechanics excretes into the place
of sound and light but I
can't believe it. We even
call it "we" but it's nearly in jest.
There is such space between us.
Why are you shaped that way?
Where did you originate?
What do your vibrations signify?
When will we say goodbye?