Obsession

Narrowing to details,
Letting all the extras go.
Focusing past fuzzy
Till precision's all you know.

Priorities are dropping:
Social, money, sleep and food;
Digging ever deeper,
Smallest aspects, to include.

Grasping now at straws for
The illusion of control --
To fully own one holon
As distinct, discrete and whole.

The universe invades now;
Total comprehension fails,
Reducing you to nothing
But a victim of details.