Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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She opened access to occult layers
consciousness of surprise perception
healing in affect, suddenly falling
the horizon went vertical, earth titled
ninety degrees, horns and timpani
joined bass viols and cellos anxiously
in tempos that turned everything
sped to a whirl, alerted to ambivalence
of relationships between self, verses
quantitative language, distances
that varied, surfaces like attractors
strange spinning platforms of sound
coincidences of qualitative emotions
topological anomalies, invariant forms
that minds yield in revealing behavior.

Jan G. Otterstrom F. July 29, 2015