Virus -- In Time

This restless virus inside my soul--tricks me.

My temperature climbs, the delirium so warm, like dying inside a halo

I float in between visions of hot and cold

The sadness that tempers the joy

What comes into view, drifting through the time of spirits

My body floats in heavenly glow, everyone is whole, youth and smiles on angel faces

I keep pace with the mystical wonderment at things I begin to know

I keep pace with the dance of hellish flames 

It burns my sickly skin and tempers my slowing heart

Is this the death I wait for--between sickness and joy?

Floating like a turning mist along the spirits of heaven and hell?

The bliss and the hymn to madness?

 

I awake, the delirium gone. 

My temperature drops like fallen snow,

The air is still, I hear nothing--see the street lights between the darkness

The park bench feels cold--I can't remember my name, 

I pull up my collar

Pull down my rust coloured cap 

I take a breath from the silence