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Hatchlings
©2018, Olan L. Smith
Immortal umbilical tether us through all time
And space. Meld us to the cosmos!
Meld us to the collective unconscious mind
And hold us forever; we feel you as
We sleep. As we travel to distant places in our dreams
You yank us home. The universe
Is our egg, we know all of her, and soon we will emerge.
Our mother is the community of spirits
Who all know their family is the ether.
In tranquility of thought we know our compass never fails,
Never leads us astray, and never is forgetful
That we are more than earthen flesh, we are all.
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Poems from the Quill, by Olan L. Smith
कविता"Poems from the Quill" is where I place current works that don't fall into other collections. It is here you will find obscure poems that range from constraint to free-verse. I began this collection as a contest entry, years ago, for what was then t...
