Viral Imagination

A face is looking in on some words Which I have left in a certain room, hallway Down three doors and to the left A soul I never knew of, had not met Probably would never had crossed steps with But we were together for a time Someone saw my core, without a saw Saw my brains adhesion's, without an awl Walked inside the corridors of my being Words and ideas are the only immortality I know of They have a reality and presence that's everywhere They can cross entire universes in a single thought-wave Though you try to contain it, though you try To mute it, it only shouts louder; never stops watching Waiting it's chance, through the tiniest gap Then they left my words behind, and continued on To write their own words again, never realizing My words had somehow slipped in among theirs..