The Song of Somewhere Else

Come sing the song of somewhere else:
It echoes past our prejudice,
For each of us is everyone:
We all are sui generis --

We're each the world, the universe,
But we must see the kindredness
Of somewhere else's denizens:
We all could stand to reassess --

So, plan your trip to somewhere else,
A place that truly few have been,
For it should not take long to find
The somewhere else that lives


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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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