what does it mean?

what does it mean to no longer be 
 a thing containing agency? 
a person, or perhaps a place; 
 four walls, a roof, a heart, a face -- 

what does it signify when we 
 outlive our late utility, 
 and breath-to-breath and mood-to-mood 
 live emptiness in 

 quietude?

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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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