Determination makes a man
In this world of mechanism.
So what things can’t I avoid
By internal segregation?
Bittered shards of broken stone stand
Stacked as my testimony;
Built by our modern matrimony of
Achievment and safety—
They make me build!
These messy hands have
lost all touch—inatimently
stacking and stacking, while life
is growing all around us.
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