Strange and strong the thoughts come

Strange and strong the thoughts come
Against a tired vigil's light
Unbidden into dreamscapes numb,
Sowing seeds of sleepless nights

And a mind not wanting for--
A not infrequent source
Of everything (and often more)
That steers this twisted course.

Beyond luck and affluence,
Is his fortuned friend,
To know not some small influence
in meeting weaker ends.

Confidence, his easy prize,
To break mistrust and fears' implies

And to this end, his will be done.