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.
Constant Voice 