Dead Man Walking- Inner Shelter

key rattle, chain rattle, a keychain rattles hanging from my wrist, it sways back and forth keeping time as i walk. keeping the metronome and sundial disk near to me, nearer to me still is my life so precious to me. now cyclones of hardened gravity pull with cement fingeres at my shadow and grasp at my skin. crumbling sidewalks...epi wrinkle , dermal sigh. holy seperation.... a little warmth mixes in with the thin sleeves of my body. returning back again into the aged cellar. where the timeless sinews of the heart shelter every visiting creation.