Separations

Are we at heart our personalities?
Do feelings need from me? Synapses reel…
Considering dementia’s mysteries,
I wonder what remains when neurons seal
the memory, or how some therapies
sequester our emotions and appeal
to us to give them what we think they ask.
Can I, bifurcated, address the task?

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