Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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I plumb the structure of dreams
down vertical shafts, rooms without
exits, some with complicated crawls
halls leading to stair wells returning
to some waiting lounge unable to
withdraw or go on meeting friends
missing luggage, documents out of hand
valise and money disappear, interested
girls leave wonton looks, travel terminals
into white houses, many chambers, near
churches, congregations waiting my arrival
complex series, points of intersection
coming and going crossroads recede into
oak paneled corridors, floating faces, hiding
inner spaces, offices never opening, suspended
in flight between: I could not end here and
logic incomplete, final form not construed
impossible, yet insisting, frustration in hitting
limits, asymptotic slides into narrower extensions
conforming to the rules of my shrinking cell.
c) Jan G. Otterstrom F.
    August 2, 2010