Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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Blaze of essence, to the end
radiant life, reminiscence
expiring, luminous tour of days
dark nights, among the dead
immense expanse to contemplate
abandonment of innocence
tides of disorder move to new
alignments, stations of eternal gaze.


Air dart, jet propelled
no prop, over desert
mountains, high velocity
rotary blades, draw wind
in, to multiply thrust, lifting us.


Code sequence denoted
limited deductive power
hours boarded, salt and ice
yet still relatively nice.


Immersed in children
over whelmed, sacred heritage
quiver of flaming arrows
to light the world aflame.


Sad whistle, wheels on steel
recede into a cold night.

c) Jan G. Otterstrom F. October 2013