Habits inflict their patterns on the cells. 

They in turn ask in muted blindness,  lettered cubes of alphabet, for additions to their fragmentary wholes. Aides of unseen force, manageable as bits of readable organic compound, to grow, function, stand against foreseeable discords lurking, and side step distress in harmonious physiology of material sense. 

Each insistence on individuality, that follows the line of division, leaves a need for supplementation and complementation. Be it camouflaged or bare, recognisable and signalled or torpid and disfigured. All union and communion stoops, in gain and loss, an exchange in narrowness, invaded and invading as separate birth, alive by contradictions’ fleeting glory of brevity. 

All who hold onto a tiny portion, hold allotted boundaries as satisfactions’ guarded realm, seek in visible things consents to endeavours, to enlarge the narrow confines that bind. Chatter and busy interchange, filled with thoughts and acts that deplete the physical form casually, passionately or punitively. 

Spending life as a self-image in a world that revolves around means as meaningful. A marketplace of feigned wholes, busy creating and recreating, in the blind alley of physicality, where no larger view gets warmed, no inwardness held and no upward rise lives attempted.  Appearance is the starry all, for sate and wonder.

Tossed on waves of needs, twinges and jubilations, in hope of greatness, by conquest, victory and action — for pleasure, as feeding bowl of life.