Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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BEQUEST

I wander beyond invented harmonies
soldered in the factory of my soul
projecting, yet unknown, substantial life
bequeathed by that testator, who roamed
the gnarled paths, through dank shade
of faded green hills, midst ends of rainbows
ever seeking, the yet unfound, filling dark
corridors, in chambers of sleep, like streams
of liquid alloys, heated in serene moments
sealed in memory, record of sincere passions
far from the furnace clank, of industrial steel.




Jan G. Otterstrom F. 12/23/2011 Costa Rica