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.