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...