On thought.

Thinking of thinking.
Abstract inception.
Time moves on in a constant remission.
I think then I do.
peculiar movement.
Somehow I am connected to my immaterial specter.
An odd improvement from monkeys to something of which we are clueless.
How does my brain work?
How do I reconcile this?
But I don't know the answers no more then apes did.

Life is funny when it doesn't make sense.
Apes make sounds and humans make thoughts.
Somehow I know what I am knowing.
For some that is enough for living.
For me,
Eternal handicap.
But wait...
If we came from monkeys and acid,
leaches and space clashes,
Why is thought of important thought important?
And,
Why do I have voices not heard speaking to a me not me?
And,
Why us?
I see a banana and I think of words and sounds impossible.
I reach for it, that's physics.
But how do my thoughts stay here?
And how do people who don't have thoughts have life?
My brain hurts and that is weird.
Somehow I think of thinking.
Abstract inception.