Our Daily Echelons

Within our daily echelons, we may
Go wandering from where we really are:
For though love starts in fantasy,
It isn't meant to really end that way.

But all this isolation has begot
A whirl of nothings, dressed up as the world
That people fight and die for, everyday,
Not knowing that the cure contains

The rot

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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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