she is birthed in a
sinkhole, a
swallet, a
doline, a
swallow hole. 

the more she struggles
the
deeper
she
sinks.

she closes her
eyes, accepts her
fate, her
kismet, her
destiny, her
happenstance. 

the less she wrestles
the
higher        
she
rises.

she skitters through the
heavens, the 
cosmos, the
firmaments, the
universe. 

tranquility renders speed

she vanishes in a
blackhole, a
chasm, a
vortex, a
wormhole.