This is old, I haven't messed with salvia in a while but it came up in the chat so I figured I'd share this little blurb. Hopefully you guys enjoy, if not, than sorry for using up your time!
Flood-gate
Did I take too much?
Not enough, not enough.
Can't fight the feeling,
that I've opened a flood-gate,
and there is not a dam,
not for miles.
a dirty floor,
being healed by a mop.
A monstrous machine,
malfunctioning in salt water,
A part of this Earth.
Trading grain for gold,
Some kind of harvester,
cluttered with dark-robe.
Approaching.
"SELL ME YOUR SOUL."
Where is the Shepherdess?
the love to guide lost sheep?
Surely she has misplaced me.
a test to see.
if my soul I shall keep.
the water races,
trembling the dry Earth.
Balance may be gained,
and boyauncy learned,
If I can keep breathing,
and swim through this mess.