Mydriasis

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 is gained,
and boyauncy learned,
If I can keep breathing,
and swim through this mess.

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