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...