Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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He comes to his senses, to realize
that he is pushing a string
the world collapses in snarls
and knots in front of him
wind gusts shade, moves leaves
rustle, sound successions stream
cascades of water ploughed
fluid dissonance, ventures disperse
as nobody cares, in profligate abundance
until fresh air blows, to signal
a cave’s exit, change of directions
to run ahead of initiatives
to achieve what others dream.

Jan G. Otterstrom F. 2/22/2013