Awash our overlapping lives, 
we float and bump and brush against
such tides as happen in our times,
and it is felt (or maybe sensed)

that all our whens and wheres are meant
to point us towards the great ideal,
but then, we miss, amid the flood
the struggle that means love

is real

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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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