Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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The teapot whistled, waking me
free, as fleeing from a dream
itís ever circling, containing
some plot of destiny, relations
hung around the edges, verbs
of action, functioning as nouns
without remorse, substantive
values to mark a future course.

© Jan G. Otterstrom F. January 1, 2015