Julia Jacklin Sings to God on Stranded Piano Keys

God tells me to wait to bear the news
a staple crop from shared in-bruising
like dancing shoes, colliding with a stranger
there are so many songs in the book of townskeep
they all shatter

they all combine after a brief look out the door
what the temples say of outdoors is danger succumbs
where did we hear this one, this wishing well of a bassline
now I know, I am lost in the rain, in the cold cruising empirical
like some forgotten song

Julia makes God shy, like a young man too awkward to compose
there is troubled, trampling skyhorses we let down the forensics
the weather did not calm for me, or for these orchestrations,
like temple songs, the new stamen grows from relative wormholes
just take the ride for the silver
and the keys to God