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...