buy and sell

we buy and sell our souls, 
employed for widget-dimes; 
like modern ne'er-do'-wells 
kept on from ancient times --  

but love is better-than, 
like light wash on the hill --  
so should we run to get nowhere, 
or simply just 

be still?

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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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