a laughing Sky

 the Sky in Arrows smiled
(or maybe it was Eros)
 the zigzag crossing Clouds I saw --
   This wasn't in the Atlas,
   I wonder at the Atlas

 the Lies in Books like Limes in Cups,
 unnoticed as a Garnish is:
 why do We supplement the Truth
   and cancel out its Flavor?
   We cancel out its Flavor --

 so drink the Sky and eat the Clouds,
 in jagged Patterns on your Tongue
(accept the Bitter as the Air)
   believe in what You feel,
   be More than You can see

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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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