I wish my feet were firmly rooted in Earth's mantle,

Deep enough for me to feel molten lava seep into my core

To smoke out this stomach-plummeting panic

And burn this irrational urge of mine to ash.

I want to be buried knee-deep in ocher and limestone,

So I can witness, leg-locked, as my scourge is banished on the wind

Without any danger of me following--weightless

Into that darkening sky.