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?