A Phantom of Red Dust

She slid into a chapter bound in the volume of life, a single stanza in effortless grace she dwelt, among this paper kingdom becoming a lady rounded with words and ripely shining in a court of stars, feted for beauty searched out by curious seekers, from all over all, asking the same question but all she saw were visions of dawns piped through wormholes from every galaxy, she was allowed entry to stroll the gallery of time then life flickered in her peripheral from the farthest reach, her little blue planet blinked out her name as this phantom of red dust heard the call of home she fell through a wormhole, confusing the whole universe, all over again, with the echoes forever singing, who ! are ! you ?