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...