Darkness

In the dark. A deep and barren dark. Like none before. The overwhelming feeling is to curl up, steel the jaw and brace. I am fallen into this place. The wave rolls over. I emerge shaken and withered. Seemingly nowhere. No time had passed. A wormhole.
I diligently distribute the impending and carry it in shattered places throughout me. That long ago learned method has passed. Rust and gleaming metal shavings. Floating light that cannot be fixed much less held or invited closer. Now I must tear it all asunder. Or die.
Meditation and healing. Protracted inner walkabouts. Encircling the ever present crater of unseen depth. Squinting across the red and black soot horizon. Swept up. Offered a seat at the edge of falling.
Wish me luck.