The Waters

The waters move as we do:
 the destination's not uncertain,
 but the route is ever-changing. 

That's why we sit in silence, here:
 what questions could we have of
 our oldest kin?

The sea, the lake, the river, all:
 they live as we do, and watch
 ceaselessly our comings and goings as well.

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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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