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...