.
Down you'll be drawn, hip-deep, chest-deep.
*
On Posterity
“The void awaits surely all them that weave the wind.” James Joyce.
--Michael Swanwick
You'll call for help.
But already you'll be thigh-deep in the ground.
You'll struggle, of course.
(Continued tomorrow)
Irresistibly, you will be pulled into the soft, yielding earth.