Internality (12)

Now rest upon that hill: 
Close your eyes, 
And sleep your best sleep -- 

Your long labors 
Can recede into dusty memories 
While sweet dreams 

Cover the once tired ground 
You've given up 
For a softer, greener place

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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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