Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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12 21 2012

Soon we arrive at zero, the boundary
of a new boundary, a full space-time curve
ended, its axis centered in the sun
coming around once in a myriad of millenniums
all planets, heliocentric, along a giant spoke
hands of the galactic clock lined up
for a minute, to be wound again. Suddenly
I stood at the edge, the gap, lineation breach
that seemed the passing of two giant steel walls
inter-planetary tectonic freighters, carrying time
infinity falling in the crack, yawn of eons
between them, then a metal gong echo
in unsteady quaking tremor, as gravity
in its magnificence, was clearly manifest.

Jan G. Otterstrom F. 12/20/2012 Somewhere over the Atlantic.