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...