It's hard to believe when you can't know, 
And hard to know what can't be seen, 
And hard to see what isn't there, 
When you aren't sure you're anywhere. 

It's easy to fall into a rut, 
And easy to dig a rut when you 
Get paid to shovel, endlessly: 
Until you strain to know, or see.

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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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