storehouse where redoubtable singers are elevated

Singers humbled across the defensive four gates,
drowned in the sand cloth for piracy of faith,
troubled like gravel in summer
as lonely as the decrepit winter
dust among the fortified gates
that open freely for lost generals
and seismic states of reconciled stocks –
blessed is a four-edged indoctrination
prayer is the gambled brokerage of inheritance
lost in the correlation
the held obligations –
She sings to those held from beneath
She touches those that have hearts within reach