Fever

I lie half here in my room
The other somewhere vague

Wonder much of me shivering
In blackness and sweat soaked

Strain staring into floating dark
Thoughts toss between fact

And dim imagined figments
Shapes come and rough outlines go

Coughing distorting visions cut with
Sneezing wishes for bits of light

Day or moon or any flicker some 
To shape meandering mysteries

Into sharper images of something
Recognizable as maybe real

A feverish hope to be finished
With sickness at sunrise

The fever broken and cooled
Out of illness in the longest night