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...