Complicated Reality

Before the thought manifests within the confines of your brain,

does it exist in another form, out on some astral plane?

Does it come from there to visit, take roost behind your eyes?

Or is it a made by your gray matter, wholly synthesized?

When someone thinks it first, do you borrow it from them?

Are they broadcasting energy on a channel you tune in?

What about when a crowd all shares a thought at once?

Like giving an ovation or laughing at a dunce?

Does each mind take charge of its own internal calibration?

Or do we lean on each other as a social collaboration?

And if I have a thought that I write down into a poem,

then paint it on a canvas, and hang it in my home,

and visitors read it silently as they pass it by,

who really holds the thought: the guest, the art or I?