giraffe, giraffe

giraffe, giraffe, i see you there
but i’m not sure that you see me;
it doesn’t matter anyway
there isn’t all that much to see

at least, next to your splendor, for
you stretch like gems in summer streams;
giraffe, giraffe, i see you there
more real than most
my other
dreams

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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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