Eyelids of lead
Joints of stone
The restless, rooted rambler
Tumbles onto a modern-day cloud nine
All box springs and quilt tops and affordable but exceptional thread count
And ingests the dream weavers
Shaman in capsule form
Turns to liquid over the cotton stripes
Flowing, raging, bursting through space
Time
Planes of existence
Wandering deepest untouched forests
Expanding into the depth-less ocean blue
Covering all the world
Until the sirens call wears off
Gives way to bells and alarms
And freezes the gypsy firmly back in place
Tied down to the heavy, unerring, monotony
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