What Thoughts Are

Ever wonder where thoughts come from,
especially, weird, extraneous thoughts,
seemingly, without rhyme or reason;
harmful, destructive thoughts,
dark and challenging as Rorschach inkblots?

Ever wonder where thoughts retire,
when put to rest from baggaged memory,
never to resurface unless in life's fleeting passage
or a terrifying bump in the night?

Thoughts are phantasmagorical gossamers,
independent of synaptic impulses,
an immeasurable expanse of infinity,
residing in spatial adumbrations.