Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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Calmly he waited on the threshold
for alms of applause, trapeze in hand
before the least instant, dramatic ease
of entrance, sufficient intensity
swinging high, tumbling glide
letting go, free of what hindered him
as blood flooded the brain, centrifugal
flip, rush at the verge, repelled across
the line, away from the axis, loosed
released from what tethered him.

Jan G. Otterstrom F. 1/18/2013