Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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My refuge is music
whole notes hollowed
out, ascending chords
that lift a sunken heart
crescendo to release
the burdens of a world
sold out, into harmonies
of keys, flights of signs
resolved in statements
that testify, warn of darkness
through a flourish of color
sounds that mimic nature
thought to implicate
a full integral, rubric
teaching, what I know not.

Jan G. Otterstrom F. April 30, 2014