on the edge of consciousness
each night fleets of ships are sighted
galleons clippers carracks triremes
all going well on courses
they are golden bejeweled and as varied as birds
each night you board one
sail and sail 'til morning
how many islands have you seen
storms you've braved and pashas and kings
and all their courts dined with and amazed
with the stories of your voyages you cannot remember by day?
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