Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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In death, I hovered over
a pool, deep distance
of wonders, ordering memory
that shimmered in clearness
archives of years, each hour
neatly catalogued, to open
moments where my heart was
exposed, committed without
return, naked before
a capricious whim of uncertain
feelings, to come together
to trust in absence of security
to weather the violence
of deception, to step beyond words
beyond all understanding of love
to be there above, where I belonged.

Jan G. Otterstrom F. 1/6/2012