Born
The 7th son
I steer
Ever
Toward
The deep
Yet
Jagged rocks
Splinter
All thought  
What bliss
This loneliness
Compels
An old way
Yet untamed
By and by
A thousand
Meters
Of  coast
Encompasses my
Throat
Leveled
By the drink
I Await
My body
Human flotsam
Jettisoned
O'r starboard
Eons ago
Swallowed salt water
Ever hotter
Listening to waves
And gulls spell my name
Young ensign of fate
Breathing
Cyclic and finite
A novel storm
Looms
On the horn
On the cliffs

*adrift