to merely be

sometimes, to merely be 
is all that needs require; 
those mornings we might sink, 
but find ourselves up higher -- 

the sun can touch the trees, 
now blanketed by mist; 
and it's enough, and more, 
that we can just 

exist

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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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