harvesting time

within the planet, 
our past is present —

moments’ seeds
turned to years of gold
in sunlight

but how carelessly
we sleep with
our own indolence

leading to
another kind of

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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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