Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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  SALVE

Dragged against the rasp of day’s
daily shearing, alone on the edge
of emptiness, in my endeavor
ever to repair the rent, to mend
the starry hood of heavens, to close
the breach, embracing faith to go
beyond diurnal rounds, letting go
time’s mortal grip, to wholly
love the depth of simple harmonies
unburdened in blend of consonance
salve to life's abrasion.

c) Jan Otterstrom F
24 de Enero 2009 Palmares, Costa Rica