Woven

The hole is deep,

Its slope is steep,

The ring of fire,

Raging higher and higher,

The buzz of wings,

Of the wasp that stings,

Will chase you in,

You slip and spin,

Down the hole,

You tumble and roll,

The dark pulls you down,

Deeper in the ground,

Farther in the dark,

Where it leaves its mark,

The end is near,

You dispute and fear,

The rope pulls taught,

Your hand is caught,

Within the safety line,

Of your heart and mine.