With Measured Tread

In the land where
the shadows roam,
waifs drifting in
vague meanderings –
you walk with
measured tread,
content among beings
as un-yet formed.

At peace in the destitution
void of feeling or thought,
allowing for the reduction
of sensation.
No pressure, no despair,
where emotions have no home –
in the land where
the shadows roam.

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