Truth Whither Poetry

What we know is limited,
Our thoughts are error-ridden;
But our desires are a truth
That, though we may keep hidden,

Will out to us within our dreams
Or perhaps in our waking —
Those words and verses, mumbled low;
That thirst
We’re always
Slaking

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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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