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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 cellsthe 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