The Sleeper Has Awakened
O'Father O'Father, it is this I have hastened.
At last, at last, the sleeper has awakened.
I have dreamed a labyrinth and seduced what be yet.
That the jolt from my will woke me up in a sweat.
They laughed at me outlandishly saying dreams are for the sleeper.
Though may I be baptized in reverence of my keeper.
I was dreaming the dream of all things that they forsake.
Like the unabridged son, this sleeper is awake.
My power is momentus and I accrued it from the battling.
While my mind during sleep confused illusion with reality.
I was a little light in the dark contemplating my relations.
Like the worm becoming the butterfly, the sleeper has awakened.
Now my eyes have been opened and I am aflight through my mind.
I shall sleep no more and I shall make water become wine.
So unto this day and all days in the making.
He who sleeps, shall when hear me awaken.
The beginning has begun for it is not to be forsakened.
And unto all opened eyes, say the sleeper has awakened.
By Yours Truly, RainMan