the visions come like
                      seizures
i cannot make them
                      stop 
i see now whales in 
                      secret skies 
believe me, i would 
                      swap 

with someone sane,
                      if e'er i could, 
but this is not my 
                      fate; 
the visions have such 
                      hold of me, 
that it is now 

                      too late

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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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