Make of yourself what you will.

Blank canvas. Biological evolution through mutation and selection. Mathematics preserves the purity of thought-ideas through thought-equations and objectification. Our computers are intangible scribes of electromagnetism. Zeros and ones represented in strings bytes-wide. Turing processing and its equivalent psychoanalogy of mind. Erase the systemic errors from your affect both interpersonal and introspective. Reboot.

Sans resources, we're just dreaming, imagining, scheming, fantasizing, and believing.

Believe in your soul. Not because its spiritual, but because your mind can abstract the summative multitude of your living, breathing being. Seeing it can be like meditation. 0110 Holistic representationalism sensationalistic and vying for an Earth rolling sunset to demarcate a day. For all are linked through networks of connections channeled conversationally into being. One by one. From the webs of seminal fluid and gestation into not just a world, but a reality. Perspectivity.

Jump. Run. Dance/Sing and Love.

functions

are we made with purpose
or aren't we simply spawn
emergent and
blind of what's to come
think quick, breathe, speak
quick, run with the
current, now swim
climb up higher concepts
take control with discipline
a maze and curriculum
of logic to maneuver
and take aim
program in the coordinates
shoot for farther stars
gonna win
gotta build
organize and confront
just don't idle silently
while you can still
remember the reason
you picked for being
a dreamer and a thief

stealing space time
and things
while no one watches
steal purpose from
a role,
a character improv
an interpretation of soul
whole and unspeakable
you on a real-time scroll
of introspection
interaction
and unconscious of it all
full of function
full of intent and willful
emancipation, just being
in love with living with others
equally inclined
an empathic menagerie
social and adaptive
meta-evolutionary
functionally free to be

stay seated

our cubism, or parallelogramatics
the personal space of separation
a box from head to toe
and chest to shoulder blades
born, raised, and buried
will you sit here with me
while we can?
do we fit? or are my angles
too smooth... jagged
random or systematically unfit?
for our embracing conversation
wordless and replete,
like puzzle pieces and seminal seeds
if we’ll be, we’ll stand for it
otherwise, it’s best to stay seated
in imaginaridom, our best hallucination
of what’s to be.