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...