A House of Memories

The mind's a house of memories
That's shaped before we know
The subtle warping influence
That circumstance bestows

And that we think of now, as truth.
But this is our great weakness:
That our partial perspective comes
To seem, to us,

Completeness

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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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