The Genius of the She

She spent years piercing castles
with an empty stare.
She stared at sand waiting
for a conduit to water.
She conducted stars to celebrate
a steady silent symphony.
She understudied characters
to resist learning her lines.
She left her past in dusty books
lined along broken down shelves.
She shared rust as a matter of course
turning a slow spoon on a dime.
She spun dreams in fitful sleep
as sheep straddled an imaginary fence.
She supposed it was hours before
the dawn came to wake her with fingers.
She imagined something was saying
her name because her ears could ring.
She stayed in one place as long as possible
since she remained a single step from everywhere.

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