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
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