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...