Wake

WAKE, and breathe the morning air,
Leave the restless night behind;
Come, you are already there
In your heart, and in your mind

See the possibilities,
There, beyond your prior ken --
Wake, and breathe the morning air,
Let it fill you up

Again

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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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