before, there was…

... a different magic, 
forgotten words, and hidden music, 
semblances, and Tabaldak -- 
but there: a turn, a trail, a tribe, 
while here: a line, a blighted parcel -- 
sending her back along a line of mountains, 
singing to the waters, remembering it all.

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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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