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...