The crystal waves pushed
my limp body ashore gently.
I reawoke in a panic,
expecting to find myself trapped
on the wind-scoured deck of a sinking ship.
Every piece of the island,
from the sand underfoot
to the ripe kiwis lying all around,
was a supple embodiment
of my dreams of perfection.
Yes, there was even a virgin.
My legs felt strong
and my mind was clear.
I knew that every person
I remembered in the world
had been lost in the storm,
and I set off into the center of the island.
Yet somehow
its perfection made me depressed.
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