Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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His words were incomplete
there was a world outside
of what he tried to say, sentences
paragraphs of thoughts and sounds
tight or spacious, always failed
at grammar’s end, in some way
language extended, broken in morphemes
Latin roots, Gaelic and Gallic depth
from London, Paris then Lausanne
to water´s edge of logic, then around the shore
margin, to hidden fathoms, deep valley under lake
of Winter snows, Spring thaw and rains
profound, complex, unknown darkness
not captured in his text, where silent phantoms
move at night and often exit out of sight.

Jan G. Otterstrom F. 3/21/2013