{ a different truth }

and now you tell a different truth 
in whimsy, sheets, and secret fire; 
i'm not meant to understand 
why oftentimes, in our desire, 
we cannot see or reason to 
or reason thorough, or at all -- 
for lies can be a different truth 
and therein lies my rise 

and fall

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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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