I fell from the plane into the sea
Through the wind my face blew
Swelled and pushed in a happy smile
As I thumped the water seeped
My stomach gave in with a rocky thump
I peddled, I swam
The water was deep
The currents pushed as I went
The whirlpools and black holes were in hallucinations
I kept my breath with a smear and heart
The paddling took my side as I came across a wooden shed
The shed was narrow, dark as is
I felt my hand push through the unknown to find some food
I found a glass, a bowl, and a plate
Wishing to eat I went further some more on the shed as boat in gear
Floating as I was, the legs were at rest
I saw an island, a mirage or sand
As I reached Gilligan's island, I kept my word, the smile and smear
I shook the sand as I strolled, the illusion was great
I wanted to sleep some more
As I woke up the gift was in sight
I had to paddle some more with my hands and legs
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Wow what a poem! I think I understood this at the first reading.
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