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...