He sees with his hands, reaches
out to obstacles, sounds pound
compensating intensities, a world
ever dark, for some a murky night
where light of day is only in the mind
of immense vacancies, other dimensions
cavernous tunnels that follow mine veins
of mental intricacies, elaborate descriptions
abstract webs with layers of memory
draping the walls, while cautious feet
shuffle through the halls.
c) Jan G. Otterstrom F.
December 21, 2013