Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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Some force moves my heart
as wind shakes the leaves, bends trees
crumbles walls, to open new paths
change tack, revolve the scene
lifts the curtain, different light
cast on old bearings, direction
relative positions seen, startled
with questions, you thought
were answered before
antiquated feelings die, the impossible
again, re-evaluated as deranged delusion
grips obsession and sticks, forsaken
possessions, freed rubble, fly.

Jan G. Otterstrom F. 6/05/2013