boxed clouds stoning the recipient

when the clouds stone the participant
the glory of holy passages untried
the un-listening to Her voice in the commons
She sprinkles raincoats to the masts
there She costs a million dollars to query
or so they have you believe, nesting,
like SpaceX dropping satellites on farms
the public will not be spared from their overcoats
please join me in listening to the subconscious signature
we will each have direction under gusts
of boxed-in clouds stoning the procedure

like ghosts on a fountain wheel
where Carter got his charm
and lakes peek over the dotted line
tonight will be a terror
appeasement for safety saves no one
the temple in your mind
hears Her calling if only for me
keep your clothing loose like innocence
tear money only for community survival
the bottoming out will rely on you
calm under catastrophe, then hear Her