There is a girl
in a swirl;
she’s a pearl, who
dwells in a whirl(d)
where mystics rule.
Don’t get me wrong, she gets around,
tho often without a sound
‘cause she inhabits the
… space …
between
Before and After
where faeries sing tears
and dance laughter.
You may think you glean her
from the costume she wears,
but her affairs are her own,
largely unknown;
she’s a double agent, you see
born each moment
in curio-city,
She twirls and pirouettes
like a trickster coquette
steps
the
Up
to haven’t done that yet …
Shall we solve this incognito,
end the mystery?
As you may’ve guessed
this she
is me!
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