drinking spirals

draw forth your springs - not those golden baubles of bed ends you scratched up - stared at hours of contortions - day beds dreaming of four poster - reality lying like mattresses under the beds - they come out at night - faking trundles - missing boxes - missing wheels - yellow sponges - fraying cornered cotton - spotted ink blotted carpet floor to floor ceiling blue blue - window boxed hinges slipping corduroy bunched under behind beyond covered glass bows strung kites purpled green blue pine bruise - sediment smooth star speckled hues found springs under earth flying forth - drinking spirals 

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