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...