Vertical Transmission

With broken arms,
A nasty note and a dead rat,
I carry with me
Her suspension of disbelief
Why can’t I be the genius
Who solved the greatest
Problems of his time
Am I even beyond
Metaphorical assistance
Why must I be a paint brush
When we need a wrench
Her arrival at the correct velocity
In order to perceive
Has been canceled, and filed away
This abstraction shall
Repeat in sequence