Her

She does not need escape,
Or a way to understand his ways,
Or anything else that he might give her,
Or anything that he might say.

She flies above the circles,
That serve to make up the world,
In which she is seen but in which she does not exist,
In any way that might have worth.

Don't try to think that you know who she is,
Or she will deny it right away,
Until you show her things from the other world,
Things that you can only say.

And it's alright,
I will take any part of her that I can,
And if that means that none of it's actually real,
I'll have her take me to that other land.