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...