Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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Let go of life until, like a freight train
it comes straight for your addled head
whiskered and singing, a mad saint
in bush, lizards and bats accompany
the loco, out of sync, independent of all
other plans, only a resemblance of what
is real, to realize a link, the distance
that separates you, to be left alone
apart from any other, in a wilderness of mind
your proposition determines the place
reaching through to touch and startle you.

Jan G. Otterstrom F. 1/17/2013