LIfeline
I see below me, deep in the crevice, a dark pit. This pit looks liquid and velvet. The shards of light that reach it bounce and jump, slicing it into jagged points. I become entranced by the patterns, unable to look away from it. It invites me, teases me. I want to look closer, to become part of the mosaic of light on its surface.
There ! Did I see what I thought I saw? There was a gliche in the pattern. Something of it was not right. A spot that didnt fit. As I looked closer, I could see a hand. A solitary hand, reaching up into the light. Its digits spread wide and straight. A show of desperation. A silent cry. Someone is there! Someone has fallen. Could it be that, they too were mesmerized by the prismatic display? Perhaps another also saw comfort and peace in the darkness only to be sucked into the murky depths. And now that person is drowning in it. The dance is a farce ! A trap ! I am fortunate that I did not succumb to its bait. Thank you my friend, for opening my eyes !
I am compelled to help, to lift this person from the dark glue that refuses to give up its prey. Clearly i cannot climb down and free them, for then i too would be sucked in. Ah...perhaps if I give him a tool, a means to pull himself free. For I cannot do it for him. So, as I crouch, perched on the precipice, I toss out my line to him. I pray he has the strength to safe himself.
There ! Did I see what I thought I saw? There was a gliche in the pattern. Something of it was not right. A spot that didnt fit. As I looked closer, I could see a hand. A solitary hand, reaching up into the light. Its digits spread wide and straight. A show of desperation. A silent cry. Someone is there! Someone has fallen. Could it be that, they too were mesmerized by the prismatic display? Perhaps another also saw comfort and peace in the darkness only to be sucked into the murky depths. And now that person is drowning in it. The dance is a farce ! A trap ! I am fortunate that I did not succumb to its bait. Thank you my friend, for opening my eyes !
I am compelled to help, to lift this person from the dark glue that refuses to give up its prey. Clearly i cannot climb down and free them, for then i too would be sucked in. Ah...perhaps if I give him a tool, a means to pull himself free. For I cannot do it for him. So, as I crouch, perched on the precipice, I toss out my line to him. I pray he has the strength to safe himself.