A beautiful Braille fresco in my mind---

If I could but touch it I could read

The mysteries of the multiverse,

The mysteries of me.

The glorious design in binary code,

Perfect balls of clay rolled up and set

With perfect precision to combine

And recombine to determine as of yet

What fate may belie an A-type blood,

A greeneyed genotype like me,

Predisposed to be a scribesmaid

And never a scribe.

And yet if I could but touch my brain,

Rub out the cramps caused by muscle strain,

Relax into the roll of know-it-all,

I might make a poet after all.

-jenn