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...