Across the strands of evening…

Across the strands of evening, 
The sky and heart are one: 
Each limitless, beyond our ken, 
And truly known by none.

We look deep into such a sky 
With more than just our eyes, 
And we are forced to either run 
Or somehow, 


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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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