Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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My eyes closed to see the source
as darkness filled my head, ever
expanding, thick void, volume of black
with dimension, sense of floating
no gravity, my bearings without stars
extinction of existence, waiting for light
or someone, with a candle, to meet me
having imagined before this mausoleum
of night, hollow crypt of passage, called
the catacomb of initiation, in burial
of the sun, held in an empty umbra room
no number to take, just sit and wait.

Jan G. Otterstrom F. 3/3/2012