{ truth just in time }

I sat and watched the water 
from safe within my car,
the voices of my downfall
still heard as from afar

The rain came down indifferent,
the waves were roiled and tossed,
and I had found truth just in time
to sit there, and

be lost

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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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