There was a time
when I wasn't an alien.
There was a time
when I belonged
in your world.
Exiled: a man--an island--
without a home. Now...
I had to let go
the better part of me,
but I kept the spoils
of that conflict,
of that war.
I had to....
I drifted out to sea:
the remote reaches
and abysmal depths
of one man's experience,
and I left an open, unmarked grave
somewhere on the shore
behind me.
This endless, rocking experience.