I am a man.

Poem

Under the waves he surfs.

Nay! Under the sea! On the waves on the roof of a subterranean inner world, he surfs.

His words, the ideals at the top of the inner world, are at the bottom of the outer world, its hostile forces pushing him downwards.

As he slides into the troughs of the waves in the inner world, he climbs into the peaks of those in the outer world.

His efforts to stay on the inner world peaks are seen not as positives, but as folly instead, by the ways of the outer world, even whilst they push him there.

Watch as the bubble bursts, and his words become free.

I am a man!