Peek-a-boo
By lamplight she sits with the glow beaming against silken chinese print that's draped across her robe, it's soft silver melting colorless against her skin. Eyes are focused, intent and moving in horizontal paths across a page which she mounts in vicious thought. The first argument of Saint Thomas Aquinas bounces between the competing intuitions of her mind like the fierce interplay between two champion tennis players. Except there are many balls, and there are many players, all forming immeasurable variables to which she feels dizzied by in the roof of her stomach. From her neck hangs a sterling pendant of Isis, goddess of fertility, stuck placidly to her stretching skin. And her mind, with it's many firing electric circuits, swims ever so happily among such foolish persuits as philosophy.