My border of being.

About a dream I did'nt have.

A beautiful,
          Angelic
                    Creature.

So radiant and distinct in its form,
      That it left me with no words to describe...

Its brightness...
                Like that of mystic dream worlds
                            and experiences outside of reason.
                                            Ebbing through each crack of my once dorment mind.
                Transforming all normalcy,
                  Too vast fields of intimacy.

There is no such thing as solidity here...
            No such thing as true form.
                    There exists now,
                          Only equation.
            Almost overbearing in its indefinance...

No ego now to faulter each passing moment,
        No burden of definition with which to judge...

Words exist
to embody such perfection...