Analysis of "An Angel" (Little Mo Knows)

While touching my brow,
I finger the book,
and place myself
...at the marrow.

I suffer the flurry
to glimpse at an Angel,
and ask if She's
...coming or going.

If She's coming,
I lead her.
If She's going,
I trail Her,
but always
...I beg of Her name.

And then at the door.
that She comes through
or leaves from,
She turns and gives me
...Her Words.

Words of an Ancient.
Words of a Moment.
And Words that will show
...the Hereafter.

Then She leaves me to stay,
She leaves me to play,
She leaves me to
...wait for whatever.