Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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From every shoulder embrace
generous handshake he moved
on, to pats on the back, he went
into an unknown, through time
cultural warp, space secluded
out there, seemingly all gone
yet urged on, relentless urges
to reach for more than might be
vague image, shimmering blue
as sapphires floating in marine
flow, hard stones cut to sparkle
faceted with all angles of vision
opinions of each passing visitor
words gathered for editors too
slowly an undefined idea in view.

Jan G. Otterstrom F. May 10, 2015