The holy
speaketh
unto me..
No more.

However
much I plead..
However
hard I bang
upon its door..

It’s closed.
Whoever locked it
threw away the key.
Riddle me this, now..
Does that mean
I am forsaken?
Or does that mean,
at last, I’m free?

To roam the hills
and valleys
of my own
nihility..