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...