within and nearby

sell these words for scrap, 
give it all away for love. 
these habits we form 
fall away without meaning, 
empty, without connection. 

on the verge of dawn, 
value is as always was -- 
within and nearby, 
distant and unreachable, 
unfathomable, and 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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