EFFICACY

Darkness of my night, implicates my will
I should not have come, there is no wine
Nor words restoring order, emblems dried
Eerie vapors enclose a velvet black, Time’s
Vice turns tighter, a struggle to release
At least a cry, signal to freedom’s eye.
Have I decided to be bound, squeezed
Into this space, with the fall of evening?
Like Virgil’s Aeneas, set to wander
Alienated and displaced from home
Seeking ever to return but not certain
Where, yet still inventing likenesses
Entrapped in reason as my destiny.
Inside I rage, in refusal to resign
To die, to accept this troubled lot
Compelled by a mangled warp of form
That no longer serves the substance
Mixing sacred appearances but denying
The efficacy thereof.

c) Jan G. Otterstrom F.
    November 28, 2006
    Palmares, Costa Rica