In every last thing
And over it all:
I saw hills of hope,
And the end of all of our pain.
So, call me a crazy mystic;
I’ll still be one, even so.
It’s where and what I love.

= = = = =

(Note: this poem has a pattern. I’m sure you’ll know it when you see it.)

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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