Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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Swept far away from where I was
caught in the current, towed by time
head barely above, orientation
geometric flashes, the past slides
into the present which re-interprets
fluid reflections, dragged memory
frames warp the accumulation of bits
treading in the flow. Today there are
pauses, eddies of dead clock, feeling
unplugged yet the wind moves
the leaves, clouds begin to seal
the valley, warm air pushed out
colors go black and gray as day ends.

c) Jan G. Otterstrom F.
    March 10, 2010
    Palmares, Costa Rica