Last and Found

I found it in the last place
I thought to look
shouts tautology face
into the order book

I think therefore I thirst
for the search and quest
that step that I see first
begins the shall not rest

When my heartbeat quicks
so must follow blood
each venture through the sticks
stones my words with mud

Sentence sentience
looks upon itself
awareness shelves each sense
on the final shelf