She moves swiftly to the absence of sound.
The limitations are nonexistent.
Like a ragdoll, she throws her weight around,
Her mind is anywhere but the present.

Wind brushes her skin, pushing her white dress.
With each step there is progress in her life,
Leaving behind her silly, little mess.
Once dancing, she forgets the sharpened knife.

Her mind is full of curiosities,
Her heart is rallying against her ribs.
She is elegant with monstrosities,
She has left the island of useless squibbs.

She patiently dances her life away,
For there is no longer the need to pray.