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...