Increasingly, instinctively, I drop downwards in search of a lower level, like a mole drawn to darkness.

No more do I reach upwards, to greater heights but down to the base, the default.

When I trip and fail, I sink even deeper into the earth, granules against skin.

When hell seizes me, I look into the very heart of the flames as they lap and envelop.

When I drown in the black abyss of death, I invite the darkness to blind every last ray of my sight.


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