electromagnetism streams 
across the air, and everywhere; 
we daily see each others' dreams, 
and certify them foul, or fair, 

and so we hide from prying eyes 
what we would keep protected: 
then find, to what seems poor surprise, 
we're mostly unconnected. 

we try, and sometimes do succeed, 
we do our best with what we've got: 
but true connection often comes 
from things the internet 

is not

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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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