I've seen things you wouldn't believe. More, I've been things you can't imagine. In this we are the same. Yes. Beyond unpopular, it is now outside belief. Yet it remains; there are no words for you.

Still, we stack them up, massage and shape them into strings of thought that might hint at what was. No matter. Only those who've felt it can be bothered. Generous spirits, affected. It's your body, that's the genius, though without friends, exhausted, malnourished, neglected.

Not an abstract, you're no idea; it's physical.
Not a story to tell...you're something else.