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...