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"There Is Nothing" (by Joe DiMino)

There is nothing we see
That is not effected by our eyes,
Transformed by mind and heart
Into comprehension
But not necessarily truth;

Nothing we hear
That is sound of itself
And not the echo
Of the shape of our ears
And tension of our drums;

Nothing touches us
That we have not already
Desired or dreamed
They are dark and light;

There is nothing
Until we have named it
To become something
And then everything
When at last it is love—

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