The bold stroke fails
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To cut through the mind's maze.
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Crowded visions struggle to be free
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from beneath a rough sea.
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Memories to the surface rise,
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Glimpses of truth and endless lies.
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The ship searches in vain
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for life's secret grain.
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The torch, his hand holds
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illuminates his heart's folds.
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Amber, his confessions wear.
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To the canvas, he longs to bare.
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