He trembles at this last simple ablution His body will not beckon him again.
Old rituals conclude one by one as the dance of life winds down.
The clocks will stop soon Fleeting glimpses of a world outside, nature intrudes on memory remote moonlight on hills through a sliver of window the occasional moth or fly, mosquito or mouse an errant cockroach or spider - accidental friends breaking through razorwire and bars where he could not. The soft rush of flowing air in the evening through some distant door renews hope. To support his family's desperate plea for insanity clemency is urgently conveyed by a former President and the Pope. Slowly, day by day Emerging from the depths of grief and chaos Larry built a cathedral in his soul with blocks forged from prayer and penitence and sacred words of redemption. A perfect Godman came into this dark abyss To suffuse a suffering Hell with the breath of truth and release Leaving His footprints of light behind.