Stalled in a cell where imagination dwells
theater stage, open window, fracture
in the continuum, lull in age, space of fiction
that invents dimensions, moving faster
holding on against centrifugal pull
into a chaotic sea outside, random orders
lost directions, untimely detours. Get off
the set, focus again, step beyond
this third element, illusionís device
to steady the hand, hold the tiller tight.
c) Jan G. Otterstrom F.
September 23, 2012
Over Costa Rica