Internal Visionary State         
            The Spirit Travels            
                  A Cost                  
 I  Wake  Suddenly,  And   For  A  Second 
 Everything Is Completely  Calm And  Dead 
 Silent.  It'S  Dark,  And  Warm,  And  I 
 Slowly  Start   To  Piece  Together   My 
        Consciousness And My Body.        
 Then   The  Fear  Hits  Me  And  I  Feel 
   Acutely Sick. Something Is Wrong.    
 There  Are Circles And Crosses Inscribed 
 All  Over  My Vision, Pressing In, Being 
 Almost Hostile. I  Can Feel Them Squirm, 
     Their Internal Logic Changing And    
 Grinding Trenches In My Mind.  It'S Like 
 Language, Sentences  I Can'T  Hide From, 
 Forcefully Transcribed In My  Mind,  And 
            Doing Damage There.           
 Then  I Realize  I  Can'T  Hear Anything 
      Because There'S Something There     
    Already, Droning Everything Out, A    
 Rapid  Melody,  Almost  Caustic  In It'S 
         Particular Microtonality.        
 My  Surroundings Are Entirely Calm. It'S 
             Almost Mocking.              
 I  Feel  Helpless,  But I  Must  Try  To 
 Escape. To Crawl  On The Floor Searching 
 Relief,  Such Is My Nature.  Turning The 
    Lights On Does Nothing... Getting     
  Outside Does Nothing... Drinking Water  
 Does Noting...  But  Time Does  -  After 
     Thirty Seconds I'M Normal Again,     
 Doubting  Anything Of This  Happened  In 
             The First Place.             
 My Eyes  Are Still Tense Though, Scared. 
 I    Don'T    Know   What    To    Make. 
              But I'M Tired.              
 This Can Happen If  You Wander Too  Far, 
 I  Guess?  I Shouldn'T  Be  So  Reckless 
              When Dreaming?              
 I Imagine  A Prick On  The Nose,  That'S 
 What These Are.  Like You Do With  A Cat 
 Who Comes To Close  To Your  Sandwich...