Its red eyes are opened wide – through a distance an optical delusion
And if you are close enough it turns into an invisible percept
It’s not near me – yet…
‘though it has a bristle-body it is lissome as silk
And before you’ve noticed anything – it’s inside of you
It is a viorus in your system
Your head is glowing – its arc skims along your senses
Will it get its cross? Will it win?
Now it dispenses – brisk and swelling within your veins
Soon it takes over your brain – you can’t think of anything else
It is a viorus in your system
Your head is glowing – its arc skims along your senses
Will it get its cross? Will it win? | 
