§¨§¨§§¨¨§§                                          ¨¨§¨§§¨¨§¨
§¨§¨¨§¨§¨§                                          ¨§§¨¨§¨§§¨
§¨§¨§§¨§¨§                                          §¨§¨§§¨¨§¨
§¨§¨¨§¨§¨§                                          §¨§¨¨§¨§§¨
§¨§¨§§¨§¨§                                          §¨§¨§§¨¨§¨
§¨§¨¨§¨§¨§                 ¨¨%#%¨¨                  §¨§¨¨§¨§§¨
§¨§¨§§¨§¨§             ¨-†&########&†-¨             §¨§¨§§¨¨§¨
§¨§¨¨§¨§¨§         ¨¨¨--~&# 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... §¨§¨§§¨¨§¨
§¨§¨¨§¨§¨§                                          §¨§¨¨§¨§§¨
§¨§¨§§¨§¨§                                          §¨§¨§§¨¨§¨
§¨§¨¨§¨§¨§                                          §¨§¨¨§¨§§¨
§¨§¨§§¨§¨§                                          §¨§¨§§¨¨§¨
§¨§¨¨§¨§¨§                                          §¨§¨¨§¨§§¨
§¨§¨§§¨§¨§                                          §¨§¨§§¨¨§¨