Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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Our mind attempts to grasp
visualize shapes, structures
topological spaces that swirl
at invisible sub-levels, only
expressed in mathematical
symbols, signs, continuous
functions like complex lines
bundles on compact surfaces
floating, we barely hold a few
letters of a poem to tether us
in canonical spin, invariant
at every angle, perspective
of view, confused we compose
lift a wand like baton again
but still nothing, but emptiness
apparent air, we breathe in
that envelopes and our mind
senses vertigo as we slide off
unseen indefinite intersections
falling along generic paths
smooth channels, reversals
as intervals of sleep overtake.

Jan G. Otterstrom F. September 11, 2015