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day three: dream boat

a ship pulls up to a creaking dock
in the silent corners of midnight
and patiently waits for passengers to board
while wild wind rams into beaten sails
raising swiftly the ancient brow
and disembarking from the shore,
the boat prepares to spend the evening
making people's dreams come true.
the zephyr sings, whistling a lullaby
as the daylight sinks into orange flames.

dreamboat, they call it,
this vessel is a fishing boat, a military vessel,
a tiny sailboat, or an intimidating pirate ship,
this ship is what you want it to be,
any thing your mind could think of
it goes where you want to go,
any place your heart desires.
it knows your subconscious and
can knot your stomach or ease your head.
dream boat, they call it.

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