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...