Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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When I close my eyes to measure
the night sky, so far my error extends
beyond the end, the outward limit
of my reach, containing me, within
its limitlessness, my mind so daring
as to launch a satellite, into extensions
of that space, wandering to ponder
on the insignificance of my place
midst galaxies of memories, fields
collating my story from the beginning
genetic links, tying me to a primal home
etched vaguely in seams of the dome.

Jan G. Otterstrom F. 1/5/2012