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...