Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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I sat outside a fourth dimension
looking in, its years connected
parts of my life, not really linear
extending spatially forwarding
curving back, unique spaces
bulging of minutes and hours
a virgule stroke between lines
of strange or doubled up times
then shrinking back to an empty
track, yet its continuity persisted
moments validated a mind, as it
swung further out, each round
diurnal turning of life’s ecology.

© Jan G. Otterstrom F. September 26, 2015