Climbing Into Clouds

Whether we find the clouds or they find us, 
The climb is just the same: abrupt and wild, 
Rocky, hard, and farther than we think 
That we could ever go, are meant to go -- 

But think of water: with the heat and cool 
It cycles into river, sky, and earth, 
And never thinks about it -- it just moves. 
And we can do the same, if we just -- will

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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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