I’m not an island

From coast to coast,

Social force heaving,

Privately, bed tossing,

I gave up philosophy,

And the world opened up to me.

The sung history,

Deep sea, over the edge,

Aye, and if you call the fae fallen,

Give me a new coastline,

Renamed as her rod,

– in poesy form,

Curving, rolling, glacial

Rod spreading over me.

Awash, in love. Whew!

I feel free being a wannabe.