A Hearty, Unhealthy Abstraction

I had an idea. 
And then I burned 
the pages that described
in schematic detail
the origins and organs
of my abstraction. 

The idea resisted
conflagration. 
My conglomerate mind
acquired a few more notions
and the end of the memory
was banked.

My ankles hurt.
This backpack 
carries too much
organization. 

I became an idea
and it was not healthy
because ideas
and organisms 
cannot long share 
the same face.