Gilligan's Island
Donning my sailors cap, coconut and pinapple shirt; first class ticket in times brochure....
Shutting down the nuclear physics branch and structures while as catching a flight unto
Heavens isles whereupon its beach I shall lie that, serenities surf may wash over the moon
Its beams enwrapping the sun; as dolphins sing, sea lions play and ships sail away ~
Their gallies adrift atop the open waters unto the ends of the world and beyound
Its distant edge, disappearing into the abyss of a life that was; radiations wavelengths
In coastal tides of sacrilegious; coursing through this flesh and bones and blood
Crest to crest; confusions fallout amid collaterals infusions brushing, acrylic dragons....
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....“Here, On Gilligan's Three Mile Island” ~
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