gray and buzzing squish

something is constantly buzzing
low or high
morning and night
underneath every moment
this noise
one thought, two thoughts
blue thought, new thought
deep thought, fleeting thought
and all arise out of gray squish
no invitation was sent
no purposeful intent
nevertheless they arrive
file through, perform
some are familiar and tiresome
some are brand new in time
and the world keeps on turning
and the universe keeps on expanding
and atoms keep moving apart
entropy is a contradiction
we are stardust on earth
and all these thoughts that buzz
all these unbidden thoughts that arise
the familiar, the hooks, the novel
we discover galaxies and name them
we vicariously explore the red planet
yet these buzzing thoughts
no idea from whence they come
no idea where they go after they arise
mysterious winds within and without