The wilderness climbs,

stars are joyously frozen stiff--

they've a lot to say.

Is it possible to behold one,

when no one is looking?

I should think not.

The wilderness climbs,

positing the feeling of

forgotten keys.

Current aftermath--surveying

thought.

It has become far too easy to

escape from what we no longer

seem to be held in.

Which's to say, prayers are gratis.