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...