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...