Functionality,
as a justifiable purpose,
stands as a bodyguard
to strategies running through
our internal head voices
while the pronouncement of logic
is nodding in agreement.
Functionality is a narcissist
at a rational sipping stand,
where we toast by justification,
to that which we do
for why we say we do it.
Functionality is so insular
amidst our devotion
as to only find usage
as sacred praise
for what we do.
Functionality creates
a knowledge weave
so insecure
as to seek understanding’s approval
and temporality display
of any successful manifest
yet still, a slight of hand,
in terms of consciousness.
The philosophy that backs
all of this affirmatively,
lives as a compromise
of substance as outcomes.
As such,
there are no other
interpretative means viable
but to commit to experience first hand!
And therefore experience as such,
functions much like a heat transfer
applied from life
directly to our mind.
It is a demonstration of proof
in material form,
with tattletale physics tagging along
even kibitzing
from the reality of demonstration
to anyone who will listen.
Our nervous systems,
as codependent participants,
are an electrical ocean
with elaborate rivers
of varied electrical current
running through its circuitry.
Our bodies then, are the swim
and flow of it,
aglow with these molecules
as our interior ocean travelers.
For those within,
who work for us as us,
are also the self employed.
We are that functionality
by action, eating mind.
We are that functionality
“facting” of thought.
We are that functionality
inhabiting what we think.
And we are sometimes
all that is held captive
by this posse of functionalities
that we keep . . .
oh where,
out of the island of soul,
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