Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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O.III

Your tragedy, only as the world sees it
by what standard are we measured
"even as I am", plumbing the depths
of language, alienated from them
in self sacrifice, becoming an amalgam
of differences, unresolved, that vital
shred of metal fused to be a medium
a voice, struggling to structure emotion
impersonal to me, but woven into that
genetic quilt that snares me, binds mind
secures me in the morning of my clearest
thought, vicariously creating new life
as my suffering soul separates, shuffled off
in its exhaustion.

c) Jan G. Otterstrom F.
    December 1, 2010
    Over Costa Rica