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...