between the words

between the words live 
all of those feelings we keep,
and those that keep us
warm in our cold beds at night,
or shivering in warm ones.

hearing always, then,
is as much the heart as ears;
truly seeing is
about presence and non-presence,
all that is there, but implied.

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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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