She thinks in binary Light years beyond me Her thoughts fly Mind going like an oiled machine She leaves behind her The detritus of genius Bits of worn out material Books and pencils and paper Supplies and snack wrappers Used and discarded Her thoughts are beyond them It’s messy, they might say, But so is her mind Thoughts crisscrossing like traffic Careening like a rollercoaster Who knows where they will go next? What’s a little mess In the shadow of infinite possibility?