By  Ayui

The void, as precisely defined by the very exact point at which it meets the form.
The precise pinpoint, at which stream becomes rivulets,
The cascade, traversing the metaphysical journey of self, to togetherness.

And like the rock below, so too, am become erosion.

Formless.
Shapeless.
Like water.

Until all that remains, is the essence.
Far and away beyond the bindings of flesh and atoms.
Enraptured in sentimental sway.