The well runs deep.
A world in its own right, stone walls
slick with unicellular inhabitants, accustomed
to the gloom and damp, untroubled
your descent began slowly at first
accelerating steadily, the air growing
thicker and more oppressive, the music
darker— you know
there’s no way to break your fall now.
And you no longer want to,
not really. There’s comfort
in being nestled in this dank quilt
October 19, 2008