In Sleep It Sails To Dreams Someplace

This ship’s worn planks - so many dreams
discarded - I’ve had to replace.
By now I could have nearly built 
a second ‘Ship of Theseus’
- unseaworthy - but no less real.
In sleep it sails to shores, someplace
forever inaccessible, blown
by the flap of butterfly wings.

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