Limits of Language

Have you ever stood at the limits of your words? Facing the edge with your back to all of the contemplation and spirits you have ever known Gazing into the parts of the ego destined to remain qualia Illuminated only by silent contemplation A boon to melancholy indeed Tell me one whose borders may have surpassed my own Would a superior lexicon cause mine to swell? Or are you too inhibited from explication? As I assume you to be This I sate without any intended offence When standing at that horizon Do you like me feel as an infant? Limited to only noise without arbitrary denotation To describe the things fastened to the inside of your brain