One day, you’ll turn, 
And see the stars rise — 
And all the sort of half-things 
You’ve never said will explode above you, 
Brilliant, and centuries old

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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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