The curtains are blue. The literary cognoscenti, Those obliged to animadvert the literal, Are nothing more than cantankerous, Fastidious, fools! Quite simply: The curtains are literally blue!
The states are incomparable, The calculated intellectual, Genius beyond all marks, And the heartfelt emotive, Embodiment of an empath. Is this duality of self, Truly inseparable in life? Or are they humanities mark Of man's bipolarity? Does the intellectual function Upon emotional grounds? Or does the empath employ Compassion upon reasoned basis? Is true harmony expressed Betwix the numerous lobes and Cortexes? Or does one central focus Outweigh the neurological development? Is cognitive ability a separate, Harmonious, isolated duality?