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From the potter's lathe
of a long-forgotten god
sad eyes looking up
From the long night's swim
silent zygote turns and turns
mother's belly laughs
From the womb crying
shocked, misunderstanding lungs
forgets their own warmth
Now, twelve suns away,
aether lights a soulful face
with bittersweet awe
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Derek Reinhard
A poet without a portfolio. Writes about productivity, quirky stories, and poetry about life and relationships.
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