that once (1)

you were, and i was not. 
this was the mystery: 

days in tumbling moments, 
memory reeling -- 
nights in burning wonder, 
senses releasing -- 

but then, you weren't, 
and i still was: 

and this was less a mystery, than 

a fait accompli

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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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