Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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Grasped discovered gold
then lost, as whirling went
in primeval waters through
the sieve of life, poignant
moment of regret, unable to
project it outside, rudiment
of predicament or discarded
quandary, worth reversed
down upside a world circles
turns, enters doors about
middling rules a worthy day
what hoped, shuffled away.

Jan G. Otterstrom F. May 31, 2014