look how much there is

look how much there is: 
and yet it's not enough -- 
the world so calm, at peace, 
but life so coarse and rough -- 

beneath each gleaming rock 
an ugliness, a blight: 
just look how much there is, 
then give up to 

the night

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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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