At Rest
We lie here silent in the dark,
Unmoving and unmoved, for that is best.
Undesired, we desire nothing, and would be
At peace, were peace not something
To be desired, a presence distracting
From the absence we would enjoy,
Could we enjoy anything.
Do not ask us who we are,
Who cannot tell and do not care,
Content to be aware of being. No,
Not content. Say only: Undisturbed
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