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...