jumping down the hole
though the bottom is unknown
there is a calling
from below
down here there is no choice
swirling down the drain
and she's spitting out words
words
as she rounds the void
as if words could save anyone
tossing out shining hooks
in the dark
for blind cave fish
insulated in their wombs,
her pale allies
have lost
their eyes
before she lost
control.
go on with it
the race will continue forever
she's not worried
about not seeing
the end.