Seven Sisters Of Sleep

The sweetest of wakeful dreams
True gifts received from the seven sisters of sleep
For what each make haste to awaken the depth in thee
Open floodgates of subconscious reverie we have always been
Assuage our desire for each in turn
In intoxicated bliss seven times we burn…

Votaries of the vixen virginia bear not to be without her brown gold touch
Praising the name mary jane from the highest peaks
May her mourning star guide my inner travels
In awe of amanita’s spores and her teacher kin who graze blue and speak true
Unbridled lust for lucille,her loving breath blowing death away
Enthralled in the rapturous embrace of ekstasis
Pangs for the sweet erythroxylina upon our lips, craving her bolivian kiss this eve
We opiophagi prostrate at the feet of morphina, her sceptre plunging rivers red
In the blue room smother all in dirt, from her grip we see no end.
We see no end

Abuse the seven chambers and dream on…

A ravenous desperation to allay this hunger
Requiem for the dream now forsaken
Self shackled and bound to chase the tail of a fleeting feeling
Down the spiral staircase into an infinite abyss

Weep at the mirrored perils revealed
The sisters await our worship as we kneel