IV. TRANSPARENCY OF FEVER
The stature of matter seems peculiar when dead,
As Nature would have it
Removed to transparent walls where I
Looked for us dazzling in rare habit.
Inner protest by pitchfork will follow
Those who swallow the daily dose of thermometers,
An act that starts at home, without choice
And all the numbered sky above beyond these walls;
Another dream incapable of living in
