Looking Weirdo

My foot twitches, aloof when I look at scriptures that woof 'a riddle.

Hit the roof with 'a proof of ripple.

No news of victual, through views of crystals with clues.

He's here though.

I'm looking weirdo, outside the window, be that shadows or the wind?

"No, it's Him! Go!"

I hallow my sin though.

Go tattling with 'a grin, no challenging my Zen.. Whoa!