Then He Could Show You

Early that morning, 
He rose to see the autumn mist 
Skimming the lake 

If only his words 
Could reflect reality as clearly 
As did that water -- 
Even though hampered by the mist -- 

Then he could show you, 
And then, you would feel 

What all that meant

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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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