(Crying) Julia Jacklin is here to meet today

Julia Jacklin’s subconscious is trying to fight the greeting from God
if only Julia would find a better beat to her song she might hear the tune
Ai Weiwei welcomes the Subconscious Signature with waves of pinched wine
Julia hardens her heart like a trash compactor fighting the ailing heat
ants always follow such a trail, to live in and not let go, making haste of a home
two years ago I knew Jacklin would be pardoned, but her esteem waits to catch up
God does not leave the skeptic, He/She/They just goes unnoticed despite being present
like a workaround rhythm to a bad drum meme macro-taunting, sitting assured to be heard