and the moment i slept i was swept up in a terrible tremor
and i stood and i spoke but i choked and i couldn't remember

in moment of almost unbearable vision
stuck in time, stuck in space
i fell into an incision, slicing into a ghostly place

and i felt my face skin was prickly,
and my blood was wet and slippery,
as i slid from world to world,
each time i said
"Seriously?"
and each time i heard
"yup"
this went on for about 5 min.
about 500 "seriously"s and about 500 "yup"s

that’s when i decided, i don’t like salvia, and salvia doesn't like me