Nothing stands in crops of air,
A silent whisper, an empty stare.
No words to say, no breath to hold,
No tale to tell, no truth be told.
In no dark, in no light,
It doesn't wrong, it doesn't right.
No path to walk, no self to face,
Just drifting thought in a blank space.
No voice, no sound, no silent hush,
No thorny...
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