We must come to the end of pretending
become the metaphor of the distance
at which, we should place ourselves;
to wander to the limit of altering, stop
and look back, at hidden identities
accept our own self as worthy of interest
deficient, amusing, often indistinct, yet
free of costumes and masks, to leave
the party early, no longer a stranger
go out from the city of hostility: as I see
my captivity, finally, I recognize my liberty.
Jan G. Otterstrom F. 12/18/2012
Somewhere over the Atlantic.