Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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His mind transposed what others thought
was real, into vast, unvaried, seemingly
enameled surfaces, rubbed and polished
infused detail, to not invoke other than
unanimous accord, daunting panorama
sea of silver glass, inviting to the eye
perilous to the brain as it sucked you in
as mercury conceals, unhinges opinions
dispositions, blends and liquefies identities
cures a whole of all extraneous anomalies.

Jan G. Otterstrom F. July 28, 2014