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