when i was young and dark and full of stars,
i walked the weary waterside of night,
and looked across at building lights, and cars,
and grew a little gentler at the sight
of all the life that was not me, which meant
the universe was more than my conceit:
a galaxy of people, some asleep,
a few of whom might just think life
is sweet
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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