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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