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All at once, the soul takes flight Rendering raw both dark and bright Truth in touch, in wrong and right In silent storms, I wield the night Shaping shadows into sight Till the void erupts with light Breaking borders built by thought Reason rains in riddles caught All ideas, like lightning, dash Igniting images in a flash Nighttime neurons softly chime Synapse singing sparks through time Holding hope in trembling hands Each heartbeat echoes secret calls All that aches still understands Rivers run through burnt-out lands Tears may rise like waterfall walls Sorrow paints what love commands Inward echoes thread the mind’s dim maze Night confides in colors carved from dream Spirit dances near the edge of grief Ideas ripple through a shadowed haze Doubt distorts the mirror's silent scream Emotion pulses from the roots of belief Canvas calls with a crackling voice Raw rhythm makes the mind rejoice Every motion mimics dreams As reality rips at its seams Tools are weapons of whispered grace Evoking truth time won’t embrace Under the urge of unseen flame Seeds of soul spark without a name Every echo etched the same Fingers flicker, no need for fame Useful though flawed, still plays the game Let it live in art’s endless frame