Fever

He was enquiring

meticulous in note taking

Scrawled amensiac letters and

Night sweat

And blurring of

visions thinly partitioned

masked

Under a moist skein

Of white light

Floating falling

Veiled

Blind apparitions

mad genius

symmetry and

Harmony

And broken chord

untimed

hand clapped out

synch

They said

fever

Leaves limbs

dangling flower heads

Wilting away from

The centre

decentralising

And decoding

sense

on sense

And white lights fading into

morning

curtained off

sealed slept in

These other seeing eyes

These other lives lived

Before waking

yvette m smith

dec 08

poem by Yvette Smith
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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