The Way

whispering along the river side murmuring down the cross-road I stretched my auditory nerve on errand my name was on lips my phalanges on the globe walking like a hunter but my heavenly perfume was perceived like in the midst of a tutorial I saw tired lips Un heavily legs begging to be moved smiling faces received me deceit in the air despite I heard the hiss of serpents far, far away my chest was light mind changes mind I flow in a flower of speech In the gathering of foes chanting to see my glory ebb right on cyclones the wind storm echo loosing grip that am in a coat of life tinny with the flesh of the lamb HE in me is more than the tin dead deceiver breathing under His feet