You can’t see over, unscalable summit
You can’t see through the feather light density
You can’t see under, unfathomable depths
You can’t see round, a glimpse of infinity
Apparently I have a defective buttock. I have been reliably informed, by my Pilates instructor, that it has gone to sleep to the point of being comatose which means that my right buttock cheek is having to carry the lazy little bastard. What this means, in practical terms, is that my right buttock is constantly poking my pain sensors in a desperate attempt to get my attention and tell me to give it a rest for a couple of days.