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...