Growing Wild

LIKE water down a mountain, 
Like grain that's growing wild, 
The thoughts are pouring, sprouting, 
And cannot be compiled 

In neatness, or in order. 
This is a precious curse: 
To try to gather nothings 
Before they can 

Disperse

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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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