Her alabaster ego knows no known bounds and they will absolutely be there right for her and make it all up as she goes along – this is her universal swan song and she sees it all
As clearly as these skies are clouded in cumulus blue and Mother Nature rested against her better self and intended for it to be

These whispers are deafening to thee

She’s free now, this once oh so detrimentally prison-sentenced bird, which flies high on over vales n hills – thrilled to simply see a way out from brazenly beneath