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she will never become their idol
even if she climbs to the highest peak
and in the book of records
        they dedicate a separate line to her
even if enamoured housewives
    recognize her in supermarkets
and she signs
  their crumpled shopping lists
acknowledging her inability to live in their world
maybe for that reason she won’t become their idol
besides, she lacks the drive –
that heated pacing of blood through the veins
she can’t feel where it is thin reality’s
    paper curtain tears
behind which all these dirty mechanics are hidden   
    all these entrails of true motives –   
unsuccessfully
  in her exaltation as in her exile –
everywhere foreign land and her language no one understands
and with a twist of fate
  all the more-or-less sincere words
    lead to a proposition of intimacy
yet even if they carry her in their arms some day
    it will only be on her final journey
and so won’t mean anything to her
in the end, just like today
    when again (yet again!) she did not succeed
        in grabbing God by his blue beard