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...