There´s something holy in sleeping person
Wet tresses on the neck
lips ajar
Breath runs free,
incontinently
No matter how bad it smells
It´s allowed for sleeper
Sleep brings sanctification and rectification
and makes its worshippers priests and priestesses
You mustn´t wake up a sleeper
You mustn´t disturb a snorer in his holy chore
When sleeping human is as bare as possible
Only a sleepwalker will find what he is looking for
and come back home safely
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