You are something else.

In a way that can’t be described,

By the common dialect of man.

Beyond the break of twilight and dawn,

Unthreaded.

Far beyond human crease.

Beyond the ink and mark of any pen.

Beyond the fillable emptiness,

The small, etched lines

Laying between the smallest crevices in a paper.

Satirical I may be.

Yes,

But maybe empty or hollow.

Describes you perfectly.

A mirage of simple complexities.

For that matter,

You, my dear;

Your frequency was beyond me.

You are beyond the regularity of any human being.

Yes indeed,

You always were something else.