Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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VERSE A

The cold eye of objective distance
shivering without cover, intervals
of self, to put words together as verse
tones of existence, sounds like
an image of mind, yet sees what is:
palpable, tangential perception of art;
to harness syllables in tight, then
accelerate at the speed of light, to collide
in a burst of probability, guts of matter
pulverized, dust in the urn to deify
physical substance of objectivity
definitely no longer standing apart.

Jan G. Otterstrom F. . 6/15/2012