Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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Holding  rough bound wood planks
adrift in high seas, midst  monstrous
waves, tired fingers,  parched lips
no stars, no horizon, disorientation
beyond fear, into fatal resignation
day passes into night, storm  lasts
dreams merge with waking moments
cold lowers body temperature, wet
splinters prick, mind hinders heartbeat.

Jan G. Otterstrom F. 7/30/2012