Ten fingers shape the figure,
A thumb massages its chest,
The limbs so stiff as if dead
And the face, a faceless mess.

Lifeless earth is given a soul
As clay becomes human flesh
And the nose an eroded valley
Of self-awareness and distress.

Hmmm, it is really amazing how a complex process as the creation story could be enacted in  just 2 quatrains. Brilliant job, 
Tell me why you chose to give it that title. Also what does  the title mean?

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