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...