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"We Are Our Own Light-mystery"  by Joe DiMino

There is so little
I know about ripples—
Only those
Consciously made;
But those myriad,
Ones breathed
In and out
As I sleep,
The wavering blood
Into cells—the bloating
And excreting,
Like the status
Of a universe,
Somehow connected
All
The swallowing
Black Holes
And suns
We must
Approach
Respectfully,
Turn our
Backs to—
At the least
Be securely anchored
Seen reflected
Or through shades,
In truth
We are
As well
The
Darkly
Dread
And
Our
Own
Light-mystery
 


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