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.
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