Ode to Fever

Oh fever, how I honor thee
Power from within
I am useless to deny
Or medicate away
I can only lie in your wake
As you ravage every cell
And set them afire
With ruthless precision
Re-creating from nothing
Into a more strong something
But not before listlessness
Complete helplessness
Overtakes your subject
The quietude forced upon me
The chill of a heated room
Implores me to find myself
Horizontal and fetal
I must get warm
I must get rest
I must toss
I must turn
I must suffer these hours
In torrid meditation
Until your journey is through
Oh, mighty fever!