Life is and continues to be fractured. As I get older the truths and constants that I held in my hands as law now seem like childlike echoes of something more noble…
my flesh is my prison
my bones
are my bars
my regret
the prison cell
and my sins
are my jailers
no keys turn here
there is no escape
life is my sentence
and my years
are now merely a credit
to stone and steel
