Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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In morning musing my genealogy
opened in my head like clear transparent
mineral glass, my ancestors as crystals
in a geology museum, from grandparents
to parents, uncles and aunts, polyhedral shapes
symmetrically arranged, their surfaces
intersecting angles, forms of habit
arrangements of structure, their faces
sharp edges, blades of sight, smiles
distinct spaces within lines of mind
diverging visions, planes from common points
rotating into coincidence, angular projections
of thought, viewpoints in deviation of
refractive index, lineage of relations, right
acute, obtuse in their way of living, yet
in their formation, I have arisen, derived
in the heat of day, compressed
from parental, planetary and solar mass.

Jan G. Otterstrom F. 12/09/2012 Somewhere over the Atlantic.