Big and large
For human girth
But he had known
The sufferings of a brain
Torn and lacerated
The traumas of life
One after one
Had tasted.
He had the finger numbed
By ice in climbing
He had the eyes that
Trembled in the frost
He had the brain that ached
Long nights of thinking
He had the brain that ached
Long nights of working.
He had
He had
The human.
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