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...