sweet in the tallest morning

sweet in the tallest morning comes 
angles, light and hidden trail: 
he, knowing nothing lost, confides 
in no one. ever. without fail. 

love is a cornfield growing, somewhere. 
this is much more traveled ground: 
sweet in the aching morning comes 
the tallest truth within 

its mound

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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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