she just rattles in the past doom

and cracks her fingers to the future

bends the hold she has of her road
going blind in the serenity and ennigma
she runs to me and asks for a possibility
I give her the gift she vanishes with
painting a chest of black, monument
she hid it from me and said
"I carved it on your knuckles already"
These are your words I said
Let me reveal them to my God
now is the time to have the glower