Burning

By Peter Scott

The fever that burns this temple of mine
Cripples the body
Creating the soul
I feel the heat
Squeezing my muscles
Banishing me to pause...
Shudders in the breeze
Life is better now
Not dead,
But alive
Tingles we call “fever²
Pain of the body
Tingles we call “fever²
An essence in the rise
We call “fever²
Not which is life?
We call “fever²
The ruling of all
Call fever
Power over the senses
call fever
The heat of emotion
Fever
Oneness, essence, reality
Fever
I am in existence
Ever
Happy, while the gods weep
Bliss ad infinitum
Life double checked
The pain made me do it.

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