it a place and you an architect

must you always build you must 
a sacred calling in your hands 
along a stretch of sinewed shored 
among the vanquished vanished strands 
the houses built into the hills 
the worlds you craft in mind and strength 
that come unbidden full and clear 
of love and height and home and length

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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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