in the violet

coming blue the nightfall, 
agency, and ill-repute -- 
orange, the horizon, 
life itself, a hard commute -- 

finding in the violet, 
narcissism worms its way 
toward a yellow yielding -- 
heaven promised, hell to pay -- 

they, the young in gray time, 
"privilege" -- linguistic hex -- 
but, the blackening shadows 
see her looking for 

what's next

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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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