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NAVIGATION
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The flashes of light
Inside the pitch-black cave of my skull
Reveal everything
Yet explain nothing
Like snapshots of fleeing moments
I must interpret and integrate these pictures
Into a cohesive narrative
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They are all I have
To inform me
To remember my past
Plan my future
Orient myself each day
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No wonder I make mistakes
Blundering along
Trying to plot my course
By a fickle moon on a jet-black night
While dense oddly shaped clouds
Scud by, parting for a moment
When I can imagine I see
The path I must take
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