An offshore island in the Pacific Ocean
Is drifting towards us
This is not a dream
But reality.
It's huge
Satellite imaging
Shows it looks like a country
Where there is still growing
Proliferation unlimited
Such an island
No one declares sovereignty
It's light
Light enough to float with currents
There's no need for Columbus to discover
Such new world of garbage aggregation
You don't go there and it's coming here
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