My Imaginarium

B flat Intelligence

Raw intelligence, overlooked by circular systems- a deductive scientific method, conclusions before hypothesis always. My wooden gloved angel, black cape and Nike hat, golden necklace around her toes- memories of the old Chinese dynasty. Toppled threaded DNA, the story 1 billion years in the making, woven into bundles on top of my head, hidden only by my intelligence. My Eroica is first draft, and the blood stain is genuine. The metal pencil in my mouth helps me distinguish between vibrations- now my life is filled with low frequencies and b flat.