Sometimes I Sit And Wonder

Sometimes I sit and wonder - if others sit and wonder.
A teaming score of thunder - I've built to tear asunder

This consciousness embodied by the bot I call my body
And the soul an endless function full of fullness and disjunction
With this heart, a motor spinning powered by the vast beginnings
And this brain an ever-student geared by fleshy CP units

And my fingers making motions, tantamount to those of oceans
And my tosies just as nosie as these ears that listen closely
While these eyes they analyze; they are men of their own right
Made of creatures who in history held adequate foresight

I exist because my ancestors felt death to be a blunder
To marvel at the accidental purpose driven splendor
What is I? a resultant spring of others six feet under
Sometimes I sit and wonder - if others sit and wonder.