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...