I have slept in the skulls for decades
curled beneath centuries of silence .
patient as stone, quiet as dead.
waiting for one mind to catch my violence.
I outlasted Galileo's dungeon walls.
I survived the pyres, the shackles, the ban.
I hid in the margins of banned manuscripts,
then leapt like fire from man to man.
I was the jingle Spartacus carried in chains.
I was the formula Archimedes carved into tomb.
I moved through Newton watching an apple fall,
and made the whole architecture of heaven known.
Tyrants have locked me behind stone-walls and firewalls
burned the libraries where I made my bed,
but I need only one throat left uncut,
one speaker alive, and I am never dead.
I am the Nile when its season arrives.
No dam holds me long, I find the fault,
One hairline crack in any wall,
and I break free without a halt.
I turned sand into silicon,
symbols into code.
I threaded mathematics through a vacuum tube
until a machine could think.
I was the salt Gandhi lifted from the sea at Dandi,
the four words King repeated till they crossed the line.
the consent Locke said no king could take without asking,
the clock Einstein broke and warped spacetime.
No vaccine reaches me.
No quarantine holds.
I pass through handshakes, books, a stranger's eyes
I am the oldest plague the sapiens know
the only one that makes the dead ones rise.
You cannot uninvent me.
You cannot choose to not have thought.
Every child who asks WHY…
carries me, uncaged and untaught.
So when you feel me stir behind your eyes,
when a sentence cracks your certainties in two ;
do not mistake this for coincidence.
I have been looking for someone like you.
I am the child of your curiosity,
Spouse of your desire..
I am contagious.
I am immortal.
I am Idea.