Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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TESTAMENT

I leave you a knot, more than a rope trick
a near horizon where your ship disappears
to, one day, return where it began
never meeting along the way. Our life
curves in three-dimensional space.
We move continuously to become one
with another. You have inherited
certain invariants, links that soon
may form the place of your embedding
surroundings, different and the same
our voyage proves the similarities
that we sense, often finding us in groups
or strange orientations of courses or trails
unaware, at times, of already crossing there
as cycles may have branched, yet blue water
in every direction, a thin line between
sea and sky, surrounds us, until we die.




Jan G. Otterstrom F. 12/23/2012 Somewhere over the Atlantic.