Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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Singular need hid in plurality
of smiles, faces of could be
as part of me wanders, lost
it seems, bounds stretched
restless uncertainty drives
lives yearning, our nemesis
of opposition unclear onus
suspending us, indecision
rife, our progress so stalls
until we open up and bare
all, strip away the multiple
disguises, liberate our soul.

Jan G. Otterstrom F. October 9, 2015