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.
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