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...