it’s a slow ascent up this face 

hundred stories up mostly unread

 

lose ground cry for help 

echoing sounds make music 

 

passed by while others fell 

now we’re two on a ledge

 

infinite surface few cracks

extremities freeze bodies need rest   

 

I look for you can't hear anything

sometimes you give me a sign

sometimes I get nothing

for faith in delayed gratifying 

 

happiness on the next hill

we'll get there until 

we map out territory

lines in our bodies

 

getting down will be a test 

as our minds travel somewhere else

 

one foot after another climbing things 

you and me stuck in trees