Dreams          
                          
                                   
                                          
                                       
                                 
                                       
                                          
         Internal Visionary State         
                                          
            The Spirit Travels            
                                          
                          
                                       
                                          
                  A Cost                  
                (Anecdote)                
                                          
                                        
                                          
 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...