Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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Like a river drawn to sea
why do I hold on, youth’s
little happiness left to me
its piece of instruction
becoming physical object
that is my life, relative
positioning to protect
a perspective of illusion?
In my other mind, ignorant
of me, defending its dreams
unreachable, impossible
passing hours in a night
to vanish in the dawn
till as particles of thought
they are dispersed, ashes
spread upon the ocean. 

  1. Jan G. Otterstrom F.

November 22, 2009
Costa Rica