Girl in a Swirl

 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!