So far I’ve declared two hearts.
The heart of definition: interpretation.
And the heart of this world: movement.
Now I shall declare a third
as the heart of my mind.
This world:
Fragments.
Each began as a pure fictional world,
and each blossomed
into their own jungle of meanings.
Though this aided in their versatility,
it also made them feel increasingly
illegitimate
when I used them to describe patterns.
They were colored bins
that I tossed observations into.
Although this habit is bound to repeat,
because it’s more so a feature
of my own cognition,
the least I can do is make the boxes smaller
with tighter, cleaner definitions.
So, what are the fragments?
They’re the result of combining
three domains of movement
with three stages of metabolism.
As each stage conveys a kind of
bodily function,
that stage is also colored
by the kinds of movement
that may manifest from the
aforementioned,
overarching
power
of force.
Here, we have
nine total divisions,
ready for further
combination
and recombination
to reassemble the whole
that we couldn’t help but to split apart.
And how could anything be understood
or learned
without first breaking it up
into smaller chunks?
