If only you knew all my ways...

If you knew all my ways,
And crossed all my paths.
That would be between the icon and God
Arm's length.

Where left-to catch the word,
Where right-to roll out the sound.
Perhaps the world's oldest language –
Hand talk.

That's what left-wing trust sounds like.,
And tenderness of hand burns.
Perhaps the world's most comfortable Lira –
My shoulder.

Envelop rumble bee shiver –
Mark the beginning of the game with a string swarm.
Stick up my hand Come out.
Conspiracies.