The sick man

He lied there groaning
in despair
while hot & cold
spells
coursed through
his fever ridden
corps

where are now
the good doctors
& great healers
with their medicine
he cried out

all the answers he
got was  ecchoes
of his own
words
repeating his
question

but then
as he twisted in
his own wretchedness
he saw before him
a deer looking
at him
while chewing
leaves
it eagerly harvested
from a leafy branch

it was but a short
glimpse
but enough to
quicken him
a tad

so he slowly elevated
his loathsome carcass
& was just about
to take a sip
of water from
his bedside table
when he saw
a small black
bear appeared
before him

it licked its paws
& looked up
at him
every now
& then


the vision faded
but now he felt
not cold anymore
nor hot

just confused
& wet in his
hair & shirt

he finally
managed to
have a glasse of
the water
& listened to
his body
as it made its
surkling
way down
his throat

he took
another mouth full
& just as  he
moved his head
backwards
to drink
a big shiny fish jumped
out of the ocean
& joined
the water
he swallowed

or so he imagined
as he listened to
it swiming &
basking
down his gut

there was
even the taste
of sea salt in his
water he
convinced himself
in his delirium

another hideous spell
of cold came over
him & he wrapped
himself into his
sweatsoaked sheets
slowly but
surely passing
out
from exhaustion

he awoke
in a forest of a dream
& looked down
his own
chest
to be sure
he was there
but on his
chest where
a big face of wich
the likes
he had never
seen


it was a mix of faces
first it was a groaning bear
& then it was a lion
roaring at him
& then it was a monkeys
face screaming terribly
shaking its head in furious anger
while raising its clenched fists
intimately followed by
a suckerpunch
wich knocked
him flat out

he could see stars
of wich he had
never before
in his life
laid his eye upon
colours of
wich can only
be found
in the strangest
of dreams
& sounds
the most exquisite
sounds making
their own
sounds from
their own
ingenium


then he was
back in his
bedroom

or so he thought
but his thoughts
where like thin
threads
& one by one
they snapped
& he fell
through the floor
& down a very
long tunnel
wich was
the end of
reality
as he knew
it

when he
woke
up,the first thing
he noticed was
birds singing
inside his
head
then they where
outside & a smile
stretched his
sleepy face
& made him
feel good

there was no more
fever
his mind was
clear like
morning
dew
& his body
yearned for
food