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...