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...