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...