The fever left my brainwaves.

On a Sunday in the cold.

The remedy was time and rest.

The group was often told.

I felt so light and fluffy.

Like a time of heaven sent.

Like a spiritual cleansing.

Of the sins I could repent.

The committees had all gathered.

Fear and loathing took the Chair.

I had a dream and walked the beam.

There were Angels in the air.