A poem about the human disposition.

A million things in every brain

The quintessential human stain

The will to form, the will to shape

Separates the man from ape

Before despair life ever darkens

To every sound the artist hearkens

Forming thoughts within the head

Separates the live from dead

In the face of each predicament

No matter its grandiloquence

The fact that humans find a way

Separates the flesh from clay

Lose a limb or lose your mind

A wall in front, a wall behind

You can take a man apart

But nothing can separate a man from his heart.

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