SLEEPERS-the ones around u.. as u walk thru ur days on this world.. the ones who have let their inner child sleep and do not see anymore the cages we adults inhabit every moment of our day..
the sleepers re who i see when i walk down the steet or talk with their rusty nails driven in my tongue to keep me from singing the song of the goddess with my every breath..
the sleeprs throw away moments which hide the secrets of pleasure within its folds and instead work and toil as a thread in the suit cloth of old man society..
the sleepers take my words as an attack on their senses and it is only because they dont know how to wrap their souls around my words and take their warmth inside..
the sleepers are the ones not yet awake to the freedom which hides in the pleasure of slices between moments.. when the world around u melts away as u touch the life of another and break thru that wall which seperates the sleepers from the rest.. lover or other is what we all are..