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...