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...