Access To Ezekiel 1:4-28

Indeed its form is scripture spoken forth With wings as cloaks these words provoke an art Then torn with ravage blamed with names that torch The feel untouched insane and born apart. To think that man was dreaming earth inward Is past the sight between to wings mundane Connected moving back and forth in parts But burned with coals explained as shapes unchained. Revived from need surviving freedom lost Where wheels inside of wheels described as lift Will move together disguised as one thought Then rises truth from damaged sight a gift. Like ice that stretched above to freeze the sound A voice resembles thrones where glory fits.